Guanyin Bodhisattva knew where to draw the line. She could not possibly let this matter continue unchecked.
After hearing the news, the people around her exchanged glances and shook their heads.
Most of them wanted greater power. Very few wished to leave Spirit Mountain.
After all, this place made it easier for their power to grow.
If they left Spirit Mountain, they would no longer have an environment so well suited to them.
"Sorry for the trouble, Bodhisattva, but could you bring this master of Buddhist Dharma to Spirit Mountain?"
A pale-faced man slowly stepped forward.
His movements were unhurried, as though he took everything with casual indifference.
"Tiger-Taming Arhat?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva regarded him with some wariness.
Unlike Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, this man had once been a war god of the Heavenly Court. Later, for some unknown reason, he had come straight to Spirit Mountain.
The Tiger-Taming Arhat's Fruit Position had been the only one left on Spirit Mountain at the time.
Yet it had been utterly incompatible with him.
No one knew what method he had used, but in the end, he had forcibly fused with it.
From that day onward, Spirit Mountain had gained such a figure.
Ordinarily, he was nowhere to be seen.
After all, everyone understood perfectly well that even though the former war god had become Spirit Mountain's Tiger-Taming Arhat, he was still one of the Heavenly Court's people.
The Tiger-Taming Arhat, however, did not care about such matters at all.
Power, on the other hand, mattered a great deal to him.
Even Guanyin Bodhisattva did not want to provoke him lightly.
After all, although the Tiger-Taming Arhat had no foundation here and few friends on Spirit Mountain, his own strength alone was enough.
After so many years of cultivation, who knew what heights the former