Ksitigarbha, unless I command it, do not act rashly from now on.
In a corner of Spirit Mountain, just after the Daoist immortals had departed and the old Daoists returned with grim faces, the young Daoist kneeling on the ground heard those words.
Ksitigarbha sighed softly and said in a low voice:
"Thank you, Master, for protecting me."
With that, he rose and returned to the side of the Mystical Beast Diting, sitting down cross-legged in an obedient manner.
The matter was over. The Western Teachings had effectively lost one unimportant disciple. A Saint had appeared in person, only to be openly and subtly mocked by the Daoist Sect disciples...
Frustration, helplessness, indignation—these emotions brewed within Ksitigarbha's heart, but in the end, all that remained was the relief of having survived a calamity.
"Listen," Ksitigarbha suddenly said. "Monitor those Daoist immortals. See whether their hearts reveal who planned today's affair from start to finish."
Azure light slowly glowed around Diting as it cocked its ear and listened.
Thoughts churned endlessly in Ksitigarbha's heart, and his eyes gradually narrowed.
Now that the Daoist Sect had returned victorious, this was when they were most likely to let down their guard. The one who had planned matters behind the scenes could easily expose himself...
The Heavenly Court Water God?
Ksitigarbha actually held considerable admiration for the Heavenly Court Water God, who had single-handedly drawn the Dragon Clan into Heavenly Court, gravely wounded Golden Cicada, and forced their Saint to appear. If the Water God had been the one plotting behind the scenes, then Ksitigarbha's defeat today would not have been unjust.
But he could not be sure whether the Water God possessed such "influence," enough to invite the Senior Brother of the Three Teachings to appear together.
Those three senior brothers of the