Within Great Clarity Palace on First-Yang Mountain, the Great Clarity Dao Venerable sensed it as well. His expression remained unmoved as he continued fanning the treasured fan in his hand to stoke the furnace flames, lest the medicinal potency of this batch of golden pills go to waste.
Overseas, atop a vast island, the Supreme Clarity Daoist wore a rueful expression. Then he fixed the plump Daoist before him with a suspicious gaze, his face carrying a trace of frustration at iron failing to become steel.
"Master, you're staring at your disciple like that... Your disciple is scared!"
Many-Treasure Daoist shrank back, his eyes somewhat timid.
Seeing this, the Supreme Clarity Daoist waved his hand weakly, shooing the plump Daoist away with helplessness written across his face.
He could not help wondering whether he had taken the wrong disciple.
Other than being meticulous with his calculations, the little fatty had no strengths.
Oh, and he also liked taking things out of his own pockets.
But look at the others—they worked hard to bring things from outside into the Mystic Sect.
How many benefits had Taiwei Zi brought into the Jade Clarity Dao Lineage?
Any one of them, taken out on its own, was enough to make others drool with envy.
The difference between taking things in and sending things out was truly worlds apart.
The Supreme Clarity Daoist looked helpless.
Since these disciples would not strive, he could only strive harder himself!
Within Soaring Firmament Palace, the gods could ultimately only pinch their noses and accept the matter.
Of course, quite a few deities had considered objecting, but there was no leader among dragons, and the gods were not united.
"The divine race's strength in the Celestial Court is still too weak. We cannot check and balance the Mystic Sect!"