Lin Tian did not care. Heavenly Venerable Dao Xing was probably still in the great encompassing golden immortal realm, and Lin Tian was fully confident he could deal with someone like him.
But Heavenly Venerable Dao Xing was not the one Holy Mother Wudang was concerned about. She feared Primordial Heavenly Venerable, who fiercely protected his own.
"Vine Dao Venerable, Heavenly Venerable Dao Xing is a minor matter. But if the Saint holds us to account in the future, what will we do?"
Holy Mother Wudang's words made Lin Tian frown.
"Fellow Daoist Wudang, if a Chan Sect disciple came to kill you, would you kill him or not?"
Lin Tian's question left Holy Mother Wudang stunned, and scenes from the past kept surfacing in her mind.
During the War of the Investiture of the Gods, Jiejiao disciples had repeatedly captured the Chan Sect's golden immortals, yet they had not dared to kill them outright.
Instead, the Chan Sect's experts had rescued them time and again. In the end, not only had the Chan Sect disciples survived, but the Jiejiao disciples had perished one after another, their cultivation extinguished with them.
When all was said and done, hadn't those Jiejiao disciples simply been afraid of Primordial Heavenly Venerable?
If they had killed those Chan Sect golden immortals outright, then even if they had died in the end, at least they would not have lost out!
But they had not. They had thrown away their lives for nothing, while the Chan Sect disciples had lived on, free and untroubled.
And Holy Mother Wudang still had that same mindset!
Jiejiao had been slaughtered and scattered, countless fellow disciples dead and their cultivation extinguished. Thinking of that hatred and vengeance, that blood and fire, Holy Mother Wudang had no idea how to refute