Guanyin Bodhisattva had an excellent reputation outside. Mutual affection was impossible; a master-disciple relationship was even more impossible.
Never mind that she cared about her reputation—when it came to temperament and cultivation, she had truly achieved freedom from worldly desires.
Could an immortal Bodhisattva like that possibly have a fling with some pretty boy?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
Unlike certain immortal maidens, who claimed to sever the seven emotions and cut off the six desires, yet failed to cut what should have been cut and, with three strokes and five cuts, chopped away everything that should not have been cut.
She said whatever she wanted and never indulged anyone. Even if her master came, they would still be a lowly maidservant.
Xiang Yuan had spoken the plain truth, but no one believed him. Xiang Yuan drew a chorus of eye-rolls. Everyone present turned into Shang Qingmeng, tossing out sarcastic remarks—wishful thinking, one-sided longing, self-righteousness, imagining affection where there was none, improper thoughts...
Could Xiang Yuan endure such injustice?
Of course not. He had just beaten a Celestial Emperor to death and was brimming with triumph. He still wanted to loudly speak the truth.
Unfortunately, Heaven did not give him the chance. A gateway directly leading to the Thirty-Six Heavens opened, and the source of the Heavenly Dao sent an invitation. It had had enough of Ji Wuzhou, that stinking salted fish—this would not do, that would not do—and wanted Xiang Yuan to go lend a hand.
Heavenly Dao: Regarding the order of the Three Realms, I would like to invite you to come hold a meeting.
Hearing the Heavenly Dao's faint, almost illusory voice by his ear, Xiang Yuan raised a brow. Xiang Yuan told everyone present about the matter and asked for their opinions. If they were interested, they could