Holy fucking shit! Taiyi understood instantly. If the leaders weren't attending, their subordinates would feel awkward about going. What if they got punished for it afterward? But who was the Yin Mountain Great Emperor?
Taiyi gave it a moment's thought. Wasn't that still fucking Dongwang Gong?
Huanglong understood too. "What do we do now?"
What could they do? Taiyi wanted to cry. His teacher had no intention of inviting Qin Fen. Not invite him? Then no one from the Underworld would come, and the Primordial Lord would lose face. If Ksitigarbha didn't come, Tathagata would fly into a rage, and the Primordial Lord would still lose face.
Invite him? For fuck's sake, wouldn't the Primordial Lord lose face that way too? If he invited the enemy he'd been feuding with, no one would call him magnanimous. They would only say, "You're scared of the cesspit too, aren't you? Trying to build a closer relationship and ease the conflict?"
Either way, he would lose face. Taiyi was at a loss, while Huanglong stared blankly at him. Huanglong couldn't wrap his head around this, much less figure out how to handle it.
Taiyi was agonizing over the problem but didn't dare ask the Primordial Lord for instructions. Huanglong simply couldn't understand it and muttered, "Isn't our master a Saint? How could he forget that Qin Fen is also the Yin Mountain Great Emperor? Under the usual rules, he has to attend as the ruler of the Underworld!"
Fuck you! Taiyi's heart twitched. No wonder your cultivation is so low, you brainless idiot. I just finished flattering him, and you turn around and dump cold water all over me. Was that really necessary?
*Yes, I said a Saint's calculations never miss anything, but even Saints nod off sometimes. Couldn't you say something nice?