Mount Sumeru was shrouded in auspicious clouds.
With the two elders constantly tending and nurturing it, this ancestral mountain of the Western Lands had become ever more majestic and magnificent.
Its spiritual vitality was abundant, its fortune rich.
It lacked only a single opportunity to return to being a Grotto-heaven Blessed Land of the highest grade.
Within Bodhi Hall, Zhu Yin bowed in salute.
"Disciple greets Master."
Though his master appeared to have sorted out his feelings, watching Nuwa attain the Dao with his own eyes while falling one step behind could not have felt good. Zhu Yin was not so tactless as to wish his master an early attainment of the Dao.
Bringing it up now would only drive a knife into his heart.
Of course, Zhu Yin did not offer any words of comfort either.
It was not that he did not wish to, but masters such as Zhunti, supreme powers with steadfast Dao Hearts, had no need for his reassurance.
They could regulate their own emotions and set their minds right.
If he rashly spoke up, it would serve little purpose and might instead turn a clever move into a blunder.
Besides, Zhu Yin understood his master's temperament. His mere presence here was the greatest comfort he could offer.
In truth, that was indeed the case.
A stream of dharma power lifted him up. Seeing that Zhu Yin's foundation had grown deeper, Zhunti's previously gloomy mood immediately improved considerably.
Though Senior Sister Nuwa had beaten him to sainthood, at least he had an outstanding disciple.
He might not measure up, but his disciple had done him proud.
In the future, among the third generation of the Profound Sect, his disciple would stand at the forefront, alone at the head of the pack!
"Saint Nuwa will not open