"Investigate my ass!"
A fat Pig Demon with a face full of flesh suddenly stood up. "That dog Golden Scale thinks he's above everyone and never puts us in his eyes. He chose not to come back while he's out there—what does that have to do with us?"
The Pig Demon spoke coldly, his thick lips flapping. "The fortuitous opportunity is right before us, yet you want us to abandon it and go looking for him? If we miss the Gratitude Assembly because of this, who's going to bear the bill?"
For a moment.
The demons all chimed in, their words brimming with dissatisfaction and mockery.
To put it bluntly.
Though the Buddhist Sect preached salvation for all living beings, the demons willing to join it were only seeking opportunities and fortunes.
With profit before their eyes, who cared whether anyone else lived or died?
Moreover, among these demon venerables absorbed by the Buddhist Sect, Golden Scale had always been a loner with atrocious relations.
Now that the Gratitude Assembly was right at hand, his absence meant one fewer person to share in the fortune.
Such a good thing—though none of the demons in the hall said it aloud, they were already blooming with joy inside. Why would they be willing to spend the effort to search for him?
Faced with the demons' resistance, the cultivator sent to deliver the message hesitated.
After several breaths, he still braved the baleful gazes around him and said helplessly, "But this is the Buddhist Son's command..."
Before his voice had faded, the Pig Demon cut him off without the slightest courtesy.
"Buddhist Son, Buddhist Son—what the hell is the Buddhist Son..."
Yet as soon as those words left his mouth, not a single demon around him echoed them. Instead, all their expressions changed