Ancestor Hong Yun took a deep breath.
He forcibly suppressed his frustration.
With a dark expression, he waved his hand.
He gritted his teeth and said,
"Daoist Brother Yuanshi, there's no need to say more!"
"I've heard all about the power of Martial Nephew Cihang's Abstract Magic Treasure!"
"He's even summoned Di Jun and Minghe before."
"I... I'll just have to accept it!"
"Let's hurry inside and discuss the Dao!"
"I don't want to spend another moment in this plaza!"
Yuanshi Tianzun nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes! This way, Daoist Friend!"
Then Hong Yun pulled along Yuan Hong, who was still questioning his entire existence.
Following Yuanshi Tianzun, he hurried into Jade Void Palace without looking back.
Not far away, Zhao Gongming, who had been hiding behind a tree the whole time,
had watched everything through his Recording Stone.
Satisfied, he put away the tool of his mischief.
"Heh heh, this footage is priceless!"
"Martial Uncle Hong Yun getting forced into women's clothes like that..."
"Will probably keep him sulking for hundreds of years."
Zhao Gongming stretched.
He was just about to slip back to his cave abode
and continue working on his Investiture of the Gods List direct-hire plan.
But as soon as he turned around—
Buzz! Buzz!
Two auspicious clouds, radiating rich Buddhist chants and golden merit light,
descended before him without warning.
They blocked his path completely.
As the golden light faded, the Two Sages of the West came into view:
Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti, standing right in front of him.
Their faces, usually etched with suffering,
were now beaming with radiant warmth.
Their smiles even looked a little ingratiating!
Daoist Zhunti hurried forward
and grabbed Zhao Gongming's hand.
He was so affectionate, you'd think he'd found a son he'd lost years ago.
"Oh, Martial Nephew Zhao!"