As they listened to Yuanshi's words,
Jieyin's and Zhunti's expressions darkened slightly.
Yuanshi had noticed that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had entered the late Quasi-Saint stage. How could Jieyin and Zhunti have failed to notice?
But did they have any way to deal with them?
None!
Even the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, wielding the Xiantian Supreme Treasure, the Pangu Banner, was no match for the Pangu True Form after it merged with the Pangu Divine Hall, let alone the two fellow disciples.
Even if their combined strength could withstand the Pangu True Form after it reconstituted the Pangu Axe,
what if they were defeated and gravely wounded?
What would become of their Western Land?
Were they supposed to count on Yuanshi and Laozi taking pity on them and leaving the Western Land a sliver of hope for growth?
Dream on!
Rather than entrust their hopes to others, they would stake those hopes on themselves.
Seeing the two fellow disciples remain silent, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable sneered and said,
"You are Sages too. Are you really content to pick at others' leftovers?"
"..."
At Yuanshi's words, Jieyin's and Zhunti's expressions stiffened!
Didn't you only obtain a Sage Position by relying on Pangu's heaven-opening merit?
Without Pangu's heaven-opening merit,
with your character, Yuanshi, whether you could even attain Sagehood would still be uncertain.
What right do you have to stand here and criticize us?
Do you think we want things to be this way?
If we don't do this, will you repay the heavenly Dao merit we owe for us?
"Tell us, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi. What exactly do you want to do?"
After Yuanshi's round of mockery, Jieyin and Zhunti both stared at him with gloomy expressions.
We won't be the ones to sow discord between the Witch-Demon Clans.
*If you want it