On Mount Sumeru in the Western Land, Jieyin and Zhunti had also sensed Daochen's aura as he attained the Dao and became a Sage.
Nüwa had become a Sage, and now Daochen had become a Sage too.
After all their time in seclusion, not only had they failed to touch the bottleneck of the late Quasi-Saint stage, they had not even refined the Primordial Purple Qi within them.
Like a haughty big shot, it sprawled across their Dantian Seas of Consciousness, showing not the slightest sign of being refined.
It worried the two fellow disciples to death.
As for discerning their opportunity to attain the Dao, they had gained absolutely nothing.
"Senior Brother, should we leave the mountain?"
Zhunti gave Jieyin a miserable look.
"No. If we run into Daochen, who knows how he'll torment the two of us?"
Jieyin's old face also scrunched up like a bitter melon.
Zhunti was desperate to become a Sage, but so was Jieyin!
What could he do if he could not grasp his opportunity to attain the Dao?
Besides, after Daochen had tricked them twice, even thinking of him made their hearts quail.
They could not help it-they were scared!
Once, he had turned them into baldheads. The other time, he had utterly destroyed their dignity before everyone in the Western Land.
They had finally managed to rebuild their prestige, and neither wanted to run into Daochen again...
Lest he trick them yet again...
Especially now that Daochen had become a Sage, they were more frightened than ever.
"Why don't our true bodies stay on the mountain while our Good Corpses travel the Primordial World in our stead?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhunti spoke with some hesitation.
Ever since Daochen's last visit to the Western Land, the two had remained in seclusion,