The Buddhist Son opened his eyes.
His poetic mood had been interrupted, and he was rather displeased. "What's the rush? Hasn't the Gratitude Assembly even begun yet...?"
The visitor wore a bitter expression. "Buddhist Son, but this is the Gratitude Assembly after all. The venerables are pressing urgently too; they've already sent people to urge us several times..."
"Pah."
A pack of furred, horned creatures, and they dared talk about gratitude...
It was truly laughable.
The Buddhist Son calmly withdrew his gaze.
When all was said and done, weren't they simply coveting the fortuitous opportunities by the Eight-Treasure Merit Pool?
Whenever he had them do anything worthwhile, every last one of them dawdled along... They practically wanted to set out next year for something ordered this year.
Not long ago, they had even been blocked in their tracks by a mere Eighth-Rank Treasure Land.
Now that they had heard the Gratitude Assembly was about to begin, they were suddenly in a hurry.
However...
The Buddhist Son narrowed his eyes slightly.
After all, they now served beneath him, and every one of them possessed considerable strength. If he truly pushed them too far and tore away all pretense, it would be difficult to clean up afterward.
He was in need of people at the moment, after all. He would still need to rely on them to lead the charge.
For now, he would refrain from following his own temperament and knocking them into line.
With that thought.
He waved his hand impatiently.
"Alright, alright."
"Since the venerables are in such a hurry, then let's set off at once."
He Province, frontier.
Several streaks of radiance tore through the heavens, whistling past from high above the nine skies.
Chu Tiange kept his head lowered beneath a conical hat, his hands clasped