"Junior Brother, this matter... there's no rush!" Seeing the shocked expressions on Nuwa's, the Three Pure Ones', and even Houtu's faces, Jieyin hastily raised a hand and said this to Zhunti.
We haven't even discussed this properly yet. How could you just blurt it out? Even if we really are leaving the Mystic Gate, we should plan it carefully and work out how to leave, taking things slowly. What if Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones all object?
Yes, Jieyin worried that Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones would object, but not Houtu. She wasn't even a member of the Mystic Gate. What would she have to object to?
"Senior Brother, what must be done need not be delayed!" Zhunti said to Jieyin with righteous conviction. "We are Saints of the Heavenly Dao, yet when something happens, we cannot make the decisions. Even when all Six Saints and Junior Sister Houtu agree, someone can still overturn everything with a single word. I have no desire to experience such a thing again."
Zhunti spoke as though he had suffered a tremendous humiliation.
In truth... he didn't care that much about saving face, nor did he care whether he was humiliated. What he cared about was profit.
After this incident, along with certain things that had happened before, Zhunti now understood that clinging to Hongjun's thigh was useless. It would bring no benefits. On the contrary, honoring him as their master would only keep them under his control. In that case, they might as well make a clean break. He would lead the Western Religion out of the Mystic Gate before Haotian returned to the Heavenly Court, preserving as much of the Western Religion's fortune as possible.
Whatever he wanted to do in the future, he would no longer have to fear