After leaving Taiqing Hall, Gungun's expression immediately darkened.
He wouldn't intervene?
Although Laozi hadn't said so outright, Gungun understood what he meant. He intended to let the Demon Race carry on like this, allowing them to keep targeting the Human Race. But why exactly was he doing this?
As the leader of Renjiao, wasn't protecting the Human Race his duty? If it were too difficult and he was unwilling, that would at least be understandable. But he was a Saint! Ordering the Demon Race to stop troubling the Human Race and pay a price for invading the Nuwa Tribe was something he could easily accomplish, wasn't it?
Why was he unwilling to do such a small thing?
From what Gungun knew of Laozi, he shouldn't be-and wasn't-a deity so lazy and irresponsible. He must have had another reason, but Gungun didn't know what that reason was yet, nor could he figure it out.
Forget it. If he won't intervene, so be it. I'm the mighty Ancestral Bear, the Witch Race's Witch Scribe. Can't I handle this myself? Hmph! Having killed off far too many brain cells, Gungun refused to think about it any longer. With that thought, he leaped into the air, transformed into a streak of aurora light, and flew out of Shouyang Mountain.
Meanwhile, on Mount Kunlun.
After spending many days in seclusion, Nine Li finally emerged that day and went to the main hall to pay his respects to Yuanshi.
"Your disciple pays his respects, Master. May your Sage Dao flourish forever!" Nine Li said, bowing with his hands clasped.
"Rise," Yuanshi said majestically from the seat of honor, a faint smile flashing in his eyes.
If asked which of his many disciples he favored most, it was undoubtedly this youngest disciple, who held the position