One year.
Two years.
Ten years!
A hundred years!
A thousand years!
After ten thousand long years, Jieyin and Zhunti sat facing each other atop Mount Sumeru.
"Senior brother."
"Junior brother."
"Does Yuanshi have no intention of sending his disciples here again?"
His old face creased into a miserable frown, Zhunti looked toward Mount Kunlun.
Boundless worry filled his brow.
Ten thousand years!
Ten whole thousand years!
He, Zhunti, had sat miserably waiting atop Mount Sumeru for ten whole thousand years.
"Alas, perhaps fellow Daoist Yuanshi has other plans."
Jieyin's old face was equally miserable as he spoke with a soft sigh.
He had thought that once Guangchengzi and Red Essence Child returned to Mount Kunlun, Yuanshi, given his temperament, would certainly send them back to Mount Sumeru.
To invite the two of them to Mount Kunlun.
Yet the result was utterly unexpected.
Ten whole thousand years had passed, and they had not seen so much as a hair.
Never mind Guangchengzi and Red Essence Child.
They had not caught even a glimpse of any of Yuanshi's other disciples, either.
"Alas."
Hearing this, Zhunti let out another lingering sigh, boundless worry filling his brow.
The two of them from the Western Land were scheming against Yuanshi and Laozi.
But were Laozi and Yuanshi not scheming against them as well?
Compared with the Three Pure Ones, their foundations were still far too shallow!
Now that Yuanshi refused to take the bait, all they could do was wait.
Otherwise, even a partnership would put them at a disadvantage.
Ultimately, all four harbored their own hidden schemes. None wanted to be the bird that stuck its head out, lest the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Daochen settle accounts with them if the plan was exposed.
Of course, there was another, even more important