"Cry?"
"Start crying already?"
At Zhunti's words, Jieyin froze as well.
Well, damn.
So Zhunti had actually been playing him?
"Smack!"
A crisp slap suddenly landed on Zhunti's big, bald head.
"If you want to cry, do it yourself."
Jieyin shot Zhunti an irritated glare.
Back at the Purple Heavens Palace, the two of them had only been Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and all six fated meditation cushions had already been snatched up.
That was why Jieyin had played along with Zhunti's grand performance.
Now, both of them had already attained Sagehood.
They ranked among the Seven Heaven-Appointed Sages.
They were even the founding patriarchs of a religious order.
And Zhunti still wanted to pull that same trick?
Could he have a little shame?
"Senior brother, I have no other choice either."
Seeing Jieyin staring at him helplessly, Zhunti's aged face flushed with embarrassment.
What could he do?
Could he really admit that even he, Zhunti, could do nothing about this formation?
How humiliating!
So, since he did not want to embarrass himself, he could only let a fellow Daoist perish rather than perish himself, and leave Jieyin to suffer the humiliation.
Of course, he would never dare say that aloud.
If he did...
The Two Western Sages might well split their household just like the Three Pure Ones...
And that brought them to the problem.
Though they did not want to lose face, given Ancestor Minghe's temperament, he would certainly never open the formation of his own accord and let them out.
That left them with only one option, though it was rather desperate and rather shameless.
But at this point, they seemingly could not afford to worry about that.
"Senior brother."
"Junior brother."
"Mm!"
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance.
In an instant, boundless Buddha light surged from