The teacup settled onto the table.
The sound was quiet.
Yet quite a few people on Golden Turtle Island instinctively fell a little quieter.
Zhunti had spoken those words very naturally.
"If you're willing to come to the Western Regions."
"And personally watch over these disciples for me."
Taken alone, it sounded like a simple invitation for Lin Yuan to visit the Western Regions.
But the next line, "Even if I wanted them on the Investiture of the Gods, it would be difficult," had made his meaning quite clear.
The Western Regions needed someone like Lin Yuan.
Someone who could spot danger.
Modify formations.
Save people.
And even reorganize an entire sect's approach to its actions.
If Lin Yuan were stationed in the Western Regions...
Most of the hands the Investiture of the Gods had just stretched toward them would probably get slapped away, one by one.
Zhao Gongming stood nearby.
His expression had already shifted from surprise to admiration.
Saint Zhunti truly had nerve.
If it were him...
He certainly would not dare say that in front of Tongtian.
Lin Yuan was even more speechless.
He had only attained the Daluo Realm today.
How long had the doors of his cave abode even been open?
Zhao Gongming's test strike had never happened.
Instead, a recruitment offer from a Saint of the Western Regions had arrived first.
And he was poaching a disciple on the spot.
He had even skipped the formalities.
Tongtian looked at Zhunti.
There was even a faint smile on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Zhunti."
"Yes?"
"What did you just say?"
Zhunti did not pretend he failed to understand.
"I would like to invite Lin Yuan to stay in the Western Regions for a while."
Tongtian asked, "How long?"
"That depends on fate."
Zhao Gongming almost laughed