But the problem was that the Witch-Demon Clans were both exercising restraint now, each seemingly content to mind its own business.
This worried them to death.
The Three Pure Ones could still sit tight, but the two of them could not.
Unless the Witch-Demon Clans went to war, the Human Race would have no chance to rise.
To develop their orders' fortune, they could only start with the smaller clans of the Primordial World.
But the fortune of heaven and earth those small clans possessed was not even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth, let alone repay the heavenly Dao merit they owed.
"Senior brother?"
"Junior brother?"
"Alas."
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, each seeing profound helplessness in the other's eyes.
After thinking for ages, they still seemed unable to find any way to resolve the matter.
They could not afford to provoke the Witch Clan.
They could afford to provoke the Demon Race even less!
"Why don't we go discuss this with Daochen?"
After a long stretch of thought, Jieyin spoke with a frown, his wrinkled old face twisted in misery.
"Are you sure, senior brother?"
At the mere thought of Daochen pinning Laozi to the ground and grinding him into the dirt back then, Zhunti could not help shuddering.
They had thought that once they attained Sagehood, they would be able to pit their strength against Daochen.
Yet even after attaining Sagehood, they were still only fit to be pinned down and ground into the dirt.
This truly left them at their wits' end.
Had they known things would turn out like this...
To hell with attaining the Dao!
To hell with gaining a Sage Position!
Wouldn't staying quietly on Mount Sumeru have been better?
Instead, they had ended up saddled with debt, forced to