Light flashed in the void, and the figures of the two fellow disciples, Jieyin and Zhunti, appeared.
They saw Daochen seated upon the World-Cleansing White Lotus, looking at them with a faint, enigmatic smile.
Both Jieyin and Zhunti looked slightly pained.
They had been so intent on rushing to the Eastern Seashore to snatch followers.
They had never considered that Daochen would be here.
And judging by his stance, Daochen clearly had no intention of sharing the Human Race's fortune with anyone.
Now came the problem!
Should the two of them snatch those followers or not?
Doing so meant tearing away all pretense of civility with Daochen.
But if they did not?
Were they supposed to simply watch their chance to spread their teachings among the Human Race slip away?
They could not stomach it!
While Jieyin and Zhunti hesitated, the void suddenly rippled like flowing water, and two nearly illusory figures gradually solidified.
They were none other than Laozi and Yuanshi.
Daochen showed no unusual expression upon seeing Laozi and Yuanshi, but embarrassment crept across Jieyin's and Zhunti's aged faces.
After all, they had just told Laozi and Yuanshi that they were hurrying back to the Western Land to attend to urgent matters.
Yet here they were, running into them again at the Eastern Seashore.
Was this not a resounding slap to their own faces?
Fortunately, both had skin far thicker than ordinary people.
After a brief moment of embarrassment, they stood off to one side as though nothing had happened.
They looked utterly composed, their sacred countenances solemn and majestic.
The sight made both Laozi's and Yuanshi's expressions darken slightly.
What are you two playing at, Jieyin and Zhunti?
Do you not know that the Human Race is the very foundation of my Human Sect?
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