But on second thought, it was perfectly understandable that Tongtian would ask Daochen to intervene for the sake of his disciples.
Among the Three Pure Ones, Laozi practiced nonaction and supreme detachment from emotion.
Yuanshi was proud by nature and held everyone beneath his notice.
Only Tongtian possessed the supreme goodness of water, teaching all without distinction!
During the later Investiture of the Gods Calamity, he would even lay down the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation for his disciples, taking on four Saints alone.
Although his ultimate fate was tragic-forced to swallow the Saint-Destroying Pill and confined in the Purple Heavens Palace, unable to leave for countless calamities-
There was no denying that Tongtian was purer and more genuine than Laozi and Yuanshi, a man worth befriending.
"What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
Having finished speaking, Tongtian looked at Daochen with some nervousness.
Ultimately, considerable grudges existed between the Three Pure Ones and Daochen. His elder brother Yuanshi, in particular, could even be considered Daochen's bitter enemy.
It would be perfectly understandable if Daochen refused.
"This is only a trifling matter for me. However, I believe you need not worry so much about whether the Twelve Ancestral Witches will attack your disciples."
Daochen stood up and spoke with a smile.
"Hmm? What do you mean, Daoist brother?"
Tongtian frowned at his words.
After all, during the last battle at Mount Buzhou, his elder brothers Laozi and Yuanshi had attacked ordinary members of the Witch Clan to force the Twelve Ancestral Witches to retreat.
If the Twelve Ancestral Witches fought the Three Pure Ones this time, all would be well if the brothers won. But if they lost and the witches truly attacked their disciples-
The Three Pure Ones would have nothing to say in their defense.
After all, Laozi and Yuanshi had