"Uh..."
At Daochen's words, Zhunti and Jieyin both looked slightly taken aback.
Naturally, they knew where Daochen intended to go.
But truth be told, even after attaining Sagehood, neither of them wanted anything to do with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
After all, those twelve had nothing but knots of muscle in their heads.
Who knew whether Zhurong and Goumang still held a grudge over the Witch Clan members they had abducted from Mount Buzhou, even after several thousand years?
If they did, then even as Sages, the two of them would undoubtedly have trouble on their hands.
That was all well and good, but could they refuse to go?
They were still hoping to discuss preaching among the Demon Race with Daochen.
Or perhaps they could persuade the Demon Race to give up some territory for the Human Race to develop!
"Since the Demon Emperor intends to visit Mount Kunlun, we shall naturally accompany you. Several thousand years have passed since we attained Sagehood, and it has indeed been a long time since we last saw our fellow Daoists, the Three Pure Ones."
After a moment's consideration, Jieyin gritted his teeth and nodded.
Whatever happened, they had to keep Daochen on their side first.
Besides, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were looking for trouble with the Three Pure Ones, not with him and Zhunti.
At worst, they could simply leave the moment things started going wrong!
Daochen glanced at Jieyin without a word, then darted toward Mount Kunlun.
Jieyin and Zhunti followed cautiously behind him, heading toward Mount Kunlun together.
Deep down, they were actually eager to see the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches fight.
After all, whichever side ultimately lost, it would be good news for them!
"Three Pure Ones, get the hell out here!!!"
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