At this point, with matters having reached such a stage, Su Shi'er had little room to choose.
Even if Yin Qingxue truly bore him no ill will and everything had merely been a misunderstanding—
Mu Yingluo had been conscripted by the Sacred Spirit Cult for a special mission and could be exposed at any moment.
Moreover, it was exceedingly rare for all the Sacred Spirit Cult's core cultivators to be too occupied to attend to such matters.
Such an opportunity could be called one that came once in a thousand years. Once missed, finding another in the future would be anything but easy.
Even if it aroused suspicion, Su Shi'er was unwilling to let such a splendid opportunity slip away.
"This... if Fellow Daoist truly can activate it using Buddhist Sect Dharma, then there is indeed hope."
"Time waits for no one. Then I shall trouble you, Fellow Daoist!"
Yin Qingxue cupped his fists and spoke repeatedly.
At this moment, he could no longer spare thought for testing Su Shi'er or targeting him in any way.
Though he was astonished that Su Shi'er possessed Buddhist Sect Dharma, he did not dwell on it.
To him, finding the Buddhist Sect senior from the past on this journey and seeking guidance from him was the utmost priority.
"You are too polite, Fellow Daoist Yin!"
Su Shi'er relaxed slightly, but even as he spoke, he did not remain idle.
Within his dantian, the three-inch-tall Nascent Soul was already pale and languid, yet at this moment, it forcibly roused its spirits.
The Nascent Soul swung both arms, its tiny fingers moving rapidly as they wove together a succession of Buddhist Sect Sanskrit seals.
As the Sanskrit seals formed, Buddhist light emerged across the Nascent Soul's body, while specks of golden Buddhist lotus blossoms lit