His expression turned bitter as well. Hugging Zhunti, he wept loudly. "Brother Dao, there is nothing to be done. Our Western Lands are far from Chaos, and we arrived too late, so there were no seats left. We can only blame ourselves..."
"Brother Dao, all the living beings of the Western Lands have placed their hopes upon the two of us. If we sit at the very back and cannot hear the Dao Ancestor's teachings clearly, how are we supposed to face the living beings of the Western Lands when we return..."
Zhunti cried out loudly, weeping with heart-wrenching grief and anguish that shook heaven and earth.
At that moment, even the atmosphere within Purple Cloud Palace grew desolate beneath the pair's bitter sobs.
Inside the jade box Nuwa carried with her, Xuantian watched quite a show.
Yet he had to admit that these two truly knew when to bend and when to yield. In order to sit closer and hear a saint's teachings, they could cast aside all shame. One had to know that the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the more they valued their dignity. Many would even lose their lives over it, yet these two could abandon it without hesitation.
As for the other gods and demons, seeing the pair in such a state, some sympathy appeared on their faces. However, none of them intended to surrender their seats to the two.
Even if a god or demon were willing to yield a seat at that moment, Zhunti would not have accepted it. What he wanted in his heart was one of the six seats at the front.
But after the two had cried for so long, no one had reacted. Especially the six in the front row, who did not even spare them a glance.
Seeing this,