Two Sages at the Door, Haotian's Choice

A burst of Buddhist light flickered in the sky. Zhunti, dressed in tattered clothes, appeared from the light with two cloth-robed Daoists, one fat and one thin.

"What a coincidence. Senior Brother Yuanshi is here too."

Seeing Yuanshi, Zhunti greeted him with a smile. He glanced at the Twelve Golden Immortals behind him, their faces full of arrogance, then looked over Haotian, whose expression was somewhat unsightly. With a turn of his eyes, he immediately understood what Yuanshi had come seeking.

"Zhunti, what are you doing here?"

Yuanshi's expression darkened slightly when he saw Zhunti arrive.

"Junior Brother Haotian, I know that your Heavenly Court has only just been reestablished and is desperately short of manpower. These two are outstanding disciples of my Western Sect, Medicine Master and Maitreya, specially chosen by me to assist you."

Zhunti did not answer Yuanshi. Instead, he looked directly at Haotian and spoke with a beaming smile.

"What positions do you intend to arrange for the two of them?"

Desperately short of manpower? Are you blind? Can't you see those thousands of people outside?

Haotian cursed inwardly, while also feeling incomparably troubled.

Yuanshi had directly used righteous grandstanding to force him with overbearing pressure. Zhunti, meanwhile, had not forcefully sought positions for his disciples, but Haotian understood that this was only because Yuanshi was present and he was avoiding Yuanshi's sharp edge. Yet how Medicine Master and Maitreya were to be arranged was another huge problem.

If their positions were too high, there were no vacancies. If their positions were too low, then Haotian would be assigning petty sesame-seed offices to Sage disciples—was he looking down on Zhunti?

There was another, even more important matter: several thousand Jie Sect disciples already held offices in the Heavenly Court. If he truly followed Yuanshi's words and