Primordial Heavenly Venerate, I've Invited Help

After those words were spoken, the two Saints, Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, did not answer.

After all, they had to think carefully about the gains and losses involved.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate and Haotian also understood what they were considering, so they did not question them, but left them time to think.

Zhun Ti was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "Senior Brother Primordial, what you say is true, but that Qin Mu is no ordinary Saint."

Zhun Ti's voice was not loud.

But within the golden hall, the atmosphere sank with those words.

Jie Yin also slowly nodded.

"Qin Mu's killing is too heavy."

"If we truly force him into the game, it will not be a simple clash of spells."

"Last time, All Sages already suffered losses."

His words were tactful.

But everyone present understood.

Last time, it had not been a matter of suffering losses.

They had been pinned down and beaten by Qin Mu.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's sacred body had been chopped apart several times.

The fortune of the Western Teachings had been cut down.

Zhun Ti's face had nearly been trampled into the dust.

Though Jie Yin was steadier than Zhun Ti, it was not as if he had paid no price.

To say they were unafraid would be a lie.

Saints were undying and indestructible.

But Saints also had face, fortune, and orthodoxy.

And Qin Mu's way of striking just so happened to most enjoy smashing those things apart.

Zhun Ti looked toward Primordial Heavenly Venerate. "Senior Brother, if this is only to suppress Yang Jian, this poor Daoist is naturally willing."

"But behind Yang Jian stands Qin Mu."

"Once Qin Mu makes a move, it will be a struggle between Saints."

"This poor Daoist wishes to ask one thing: Senior