Fuxi looked at everyone. "Now that the Holy Monk has returned today, it is time to reorganize the Holy War Corps."
"Given what happened to the Holy Monk before, he should remain in the rear this time. We cannot afford another mishap."
As he said this, Fuxi felt somewhat hypocritical. Deep down, he knew that he himself had been largely responsible for the Holy Monk's reincarnation.
Making arrangements for the Holy Monk also brought a small measure of closure to something that had weighed on his heart.
Jin Chanzi looked at him with a complicated expression.
To have become the Holy Monk and earned so many people's trust, he naturally had his own way of handling things.
He had still noticed Fuxi's little maneuver, however reasonable the arrangements had been and however flawless they had appeared.
One question remained impossible to conceal: why had the Holy Monk been the one who had to serve as that envoy?
There was no getting around that point.
No matter how one looked at it, the Holy Monk should not have been that envoy. Yet he had been, and that alone revealed the role Fuxi had played.
Even if he had not been the mastermind behind it, he had at least known what was happening.
"Amitabha. My master once said that I was born in response to all things and would die in response to all things. Life, death, survival, and destruction are all ordained. Your Majesty, the Human Sovereign, need not make special arrangements for me."
He was right. Jin Chanzi's entire life had been arranged for him. Even Demon Emperor Daochen had merely given him a few means of protecting himself without changing his fate.
His identity was simply too special. He was the link between the eastern Daoist School and the