As Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti could naturally and easily distinguish those mocking looks. They all came from people they knew.
Yet even if they knew, what could they do? As the two weakest Saints in the Great Wilderness, the two Primordial Chaos Golden Immortals were merely the gatekeepers of Sainthood.
Aside from the newly ascended Hong Yun, there was not a single person they could defeat.
Not to mention the complicated networks of relationships behind those Saints and Heavenly Venerates, which made them even more desperate.
They had no idea how they had ended up in such a state. They were clearly both rather eloquent and skilled at debate, so how had they become enemies of the entire world?
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, and both saw deep powerlessness and bitterness in the other's eyes.
They knew that from the moment Hong Yun successfully Attained Dao, the situation on the Western Continent would completely change.
The original Western Teachings had two Primordial Chaos Golden Immortals guarding them. Though they feared the many Saints and Heavenly Venerates of the east,
they had therefore allowed Zhen Yuanzi to lead the people of Buddhism in obstructing the development of the Western Teachings.
But that had merely been temporary concealment, because they did not want to attract too much attention—not because they feared Zhen Yuanzi and the others.
Now that Hong Yun had successfully Attained Dao, and Buddhism had two Primordial Chaos Golden Immortals guarding it, its Fortune would certainly surge.
Given Hong Yun's degree of hatred toward them, if the Western Teachings did not think of a way to disrupt the situation in the Great Wilderness, they might not even be able to maintain their final foothold.
"Senior Brother, we..." Zhunti opened and closed his mouth, his voice dry and hoarse.
Jieyin