The Light Curtain continued playing.
[Zhunti's smile was brilliant on the surface, but deep down, he thought:
If Fellow Daoist Yuanshi and Fellow Daoist Taiqing felt only pure master-disciple affection for Miao Heng, then hearing my nearly offensive proposal should have made them fly into a rage and sternly rebuke me.
But what if they harbored other feelings as well, only unable to speak of them because of their status and the shackles of that nominal relationship?]
When this inner monologue of Zhunti's appeared, the entire Prehistoric World seemed to stop breathing.
Because the question Zhunti had raised was one everyone had thought of, but no one dared to voice.
Tongtian looked at Zhunti's inner monologue on the Light Curtain, then turned to look in the direction where Laozi and Yuanshi were seated.
Duobao watched him from the side and only spoke after waiting a long while.
"Master?"
Tongtian came back to himself, his voice slightly dry.
"Zhunti... he, he's saying... my Second Brother and Eldest Brother... toward Miao Heng..."
Duobao did not dare respond.
That question was too immense, so immense that he did not dare touch it either.
Zhunti himself stood beneath the Bodhi Tree on Spirit Mountain.
When he watched that inner monologue of his being publicly played on the Light Curtain, his whole body went rigid.
Jieyin opened his eyes beside him and glanced at him.
"Were you thinking that just now?"
Zhunti's voice was a little weak.
"I... that was the me in the Light Curtain, not..."
Jieyin said, "That was you."
Zhunti said, "...Fine, that was me, but those were my private thoughts!"
Private thoughts that couldn't be broadcast! How could the Heavenly Dao broadcast something like that?!
Jieyin closed his eyes again. "The Heavenly Dao probably found it interesting."
Zhunti began searching through