The Three Pure Ones had left, and Jieyin was no longer there either.
Only Zhunti remained, all alone under Daochen and Nüwa's gazes.
Now Zhunti could neither stand nor sit comfortably.
He was like an ant on a hot pan.
Sweat covered his big bald head from sheer anxiety.
Yet he did not dare move a muscle.
Had he not seen how badly Yuanshi had been beaten?
Now all his "helpers" had left, leaving Zhunti by himself.
Did he dare move?
He did not!
What if he displeased Daochen?
Who could he turn to for justice if he got beaten?
Who would intervene?
No one would dare!
Perhaps only Dao Ancestor Hongjun would dare?
But would he be willing?
Clearly not.
Otherwise, given Hongjun's temperament, he would have appeared long ago.
He would not have waited until now.
So, for the moment...
It was best to stay here obediently.
Otherwise, a beating would be unavoidable.
At that thought, an inexplicable wave of grief and indignation swept over Zhunti.
Before attaining sagehood, he had been overshadowed by Daochen.
Now, after finally borrowing merit from the Heavenly Dao to attain sagehood...
He was still overshadowed by Daochen.
What was the point of attaining Dao, then?
Either way, Daochen would pin him down and pound him!
He might as well never have attained Dao!
After all, now that he had attained Dao, he also had an enormous debt of heavenly Dao merit he had absolutely no way to repay hanging over him.
His head felt twice its normal size!
The worry was killing him!
"Fellow Daoist, why haven't you left? Are you waiting for this emperor to see you off?"
Just as Zhunti stood caught in a dilemma, utterly unsure whether to leave or stay, Daochen's voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"Well..."