Everyone knew the bloody battle at Tianjing City had been a fight to the death between mortal enemies. By defining it with the words "discussion of the Dao," Ji Xuanzhen was declaring that there had been no hostility—
Of course, whether he bore hostility now made no difference to Jiang Wang. Having stepped forth to contend with [Holding Ksitigarbha] for the name of the Three Bells, Jiang Wang could not possibly be implicated in the matter.
"I don't know," Jiang Wang said simply.
He had had no reason to know. At the time, he had merely been a True Person, without the ability to be privy to such matters.
He had no need to explain further! No one would deliberately twist his intentions again.
It was only... whoever had been able to tamper with things in that battle had either been someone powerful within Jing Kingdom, or one of those who had descended upon Tianjing City in the past—
Those great figures whose names stood upon the Great Void Covenant.
Any one of them carried enough weight to shake The Present World.
Jing Kingdom had come killing its way to Hanging Temple, speaking of this matter. Were they actually pointing their sword at that "Fierce Bodhisattva"?
No wonder they were so overbearing, with the momentum to uproot the temple itself!
If they truly sought to hold Zhi'e accountable today, it would be little different from tearing down Hanging Temple.
Ji Xuanzhen was straightforward enough. The instant he heard Jiang Wang's reply, he turned to the Hanging Temple monks. "Bring Zhi'e out!"
"Master Zhi'e is an elder of the fifth generation. How could this old monk order him about at will?" Kuming sighed, carrying a stubbornness that seemed resigned to fate. "Though our temple is humble, its rules remain. Your Highness