Noticing the gazes converging from all directions.
Venerable Wutian's face beneath his single horn twitched.
Then, with malice in his eyes, he coldly looked toward the Pig Demon.
What did he mean, how did he see it?
Though everyone knew perfectly well that the two-day deadline set by the Buddhist Son was simply an impossible task.
But impossible was impossible—was he supposed to have Wutian take the lead in turning against him?
The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. Did they think all his years of cultivation had been for nothing, unable to understand such a simple principle?
At that thought.
Venerable Wutian abruptly steadied his breathing and concealed all the chill in his eyes.
His expression was indifferent, his tone devoid of emotion.
"How else should I see it?"
"Since the Arhats have assigned us from various places to serve under the Buddhist Son, then naturally, we must heed the Buddhist Son's orders."
"Now that the Buddhist Son has spoken and ordered us to seek Golden Scale's whereabouts, then we shall seek them."
"Do all that man can, then leave the rest to Heaven. So long as we have given it our all, the Buddhist Son has always been generous and surely will not truly make things difficult for us."
Hearing such flawlessly diplomatic words.
"Tch..."
The Pig Demon let out a soft snort through his nose and somewhat awkwardly withdrew his gaze.
Naturally, he understood perfectly well.
If he took the lead and declared that he wished to leave the Buddhist Son's service for another Arhat, the surrounding demons and monsters, who appeared to be brothers-in-arms, absolutely would not follow his wishes.
Once the Buddhist Son settled accounts after the autumn harvest... remembering that hand pressing against his back in the great hall, how could