He sensed the gazes converging from all directions.
The skin on the face of Venerable Wutian, the one-horned figure, twitched.
Then a vicious intent flickered in his eyes as he coldly looked toward that Pig Demon.
"What do you mean, how do I see it?"
Although everyone knew perfectly well that the two-day deadline set by the Buddha Son was an impossible task.
Failure was one thing, but could they really have Wutian lead the charge in rebelling?
The bird that sticks its head out gets shot. Such a shallow principle—did they truly think he had lived all these years of cultivation for nothing?
At that thought.
Venerable Wutian suddenly steadied his breathing and completely concealed the chill in his eyes.
His expression was indifferent, and not the slightest emotion could be heard in his tone.
"How else should I see it?"
"Since the various Arhats have transferred us from all over to serve under the Buddha Son, we naturally have to obey him."
"Now that the Buddha Son has spoken and ordered us to search for Golden Scales, then we shall search."
"Do what we can and leave the rest to fate. So long as we put forth our best effort, the Buddha Son has always been magnanimous. He certainly won't truly make things difficult for us."
The words were so polished that not even a drop could leak through.
"Heh..."
The Pig Demon gave a soft snort through his nose and somewhat sheepishly withdrew his gaze.
He naturally understood the situation perfectly.
If he were to jump out first and declare that he wanted to leave the Buddha Son's command and join another Arhat, this group of demons around him, who appeared to be united as one, absolutely would not go along with his wishes.
Once the Buddha