Tongtian had lived in the Primordial World for so many years; how could he not know what everyone was thinking? These fellows feared that the Chan School would descend into chaos and had dragged him out to take the fall.
Although taking charge had its merits, it would inevitably give people something to gossip about.
He, Tongtian, had no need for that.
Besides, although Laozi had not appeared, deep down he still wanted to help the Chan School.
If Tongtian entrusted the Chan School to him, it would count as doing him a favor and indirectly ease the tension between them.
After what had happened to Primordial Heavenly Venerable,
Tongtian had learned to let things go.
The world was ever-changing. Who knew when he, too, might fall? Carrying hatred to his death would hardly be worth it.
The matter of the Chan School could not be ignored.
After all, the Chan School was one of the foremost Daoist sects, with far-reaching influence throughout the Primordial World.
A decision had to be made as soon as possible.
"Wait here a moment. I will be right back."
Tongtian headed straight for the Eight Views Palace.
When he arrived at the Eight Views Palace, Laozi was already waiting at the entrance.
"Senior Brother, have you already heard about the Chan School?"
Tongtian suspected that Laozi had been listening in on their conversation.
Not that it would have mattered much.
Laozi looked at him in puzzlement.
"What about the Chan School? I knew you were coming to the Eight Views Palace, Junior Brother, so I waited here especially for you. As for what happened to Primordial Heavenly Venerable, my feelings are deeply conflicted."
"With you stepping forward to handle those youngsters of the Chan School, you have truly resolved a great difficulty for me."