"Now we're really looking forward to seeing how Patriarch Bodhi responds."
Seeing that Red Cloud was not only offering his opinion but still stubbornly digging in, the monsters in the group grew livelier again.
"Zhen Yuanzi, I'm very sorry about what happened to Red Cloud."
"But ultimately, that wasn't our fault. He gave up his seat himself."
Zhunti still could not resist trying to defend himself.
"But ultimately, it was because of you that Red Cloud detonated himself and perished."
Zhen Yuanzi had no desire to pursue those old matters, either. But since these people insisted on dreaming up explanations, he did not mind pushing the boat along with the current and holding firmly to this point.
"Phew... Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, so many years have passed. There's no point in pursuing this reason or that anymore. Red Cloud won't know what you're doing now, either. This Journey to the West was ordained by Heaven. Are you sure you want to make enemies of us over a dead man?"
Zhunti looked at Zhen Yuanzi with a veiled threat, his sharp gaze seeming to want to dig open Zhen Yuanzi's heart and see just what he intended.
"This is between Red Cloud and me. You needn't concern yourself with it."
Yet Zhen Yuanzi was unafraid of his threat, and that single sentence blocked everything else Zhunti had wanted to say.
The situation reached another stalemate, while Zhen Yuanzi remained secure in his confidence.
"All right, Zhen Yuanzi. What exactly do you want? Give me a definite answer. What will it take to put this matter behind us?"
Zhunti abandoned the fantasy of persuading Zhen Yuanzi and prepared to face reality.
After all, Zhen Yuanzi held their vital weakness in his hands. Even if they restarted the Journey to the West, Mount