Within the vast expanse of Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti sat facing each other.
"What is wrong with Yuanshi? How can he still be in the mood to discuss the Dao at a time like this?"
"The fire is already singeing our eyebrows!"
"Daochen attained sagehood barely ten thousand years before us, yet he has already reached the third heaven of Primordial Unity Great Luo Golden Immortal, while we are still hovering at the first heaven of the Saint Realm."
"Daochen has achieved all this because the Demon Race's fortune is flourishing, while our religious order is hemmed in by the Witch-Demon Clans and cannot spread."
"Instead of thinking about how to move those two mountains, the Witch-Demon Clans, out of our way, he wants to discuss the Dao?"
The more Zhunti spoke, the angrier he became. By the end, he felt thoroughly out of sorts.
He had placed such high hopes in Yuanshi and Laozi!
He had thought Yuanshi had sent his disciples this time to discuss the matter of the Witch-Demon Clans with them.
And this was it?
This was it?
Zhunti was getting carried away with his tirade.
But Jieyin was so furious that the veins on his forehead were throbbing!
Smack!
A palm slapped straight down on Zhunti's bald head.
"Senior brother?"
Suddenly struck by Jieyin, Zhunti was left somewhat bewildered.
Why had Jieyin hit him out of the blue?
Had he said anything wrong?
"Where are Yuanshi's disciples now?"
His aged face dark, Jieyin fought back the urge to slap Zhunti to death and demanded through gritted teeth.
"They have probably already left the Western Land by now."
Still somewhat bewildered, Zhunti answered with an innocent look.
Had I really done something wrong?
Surely not!
Guangchengzi and Red Essence Child had come bearing Yuanshi's talismanic