Yang Jian was clearly no fool. He would not stupidly believe Yu Ding Zhenren just because his master spun him a tale.
But since Yu Ding Zhenren had put it that way, Yang Jian thought for a moment, then said with a helpless expression, "It's nothing serious, really. The Queen Mother of the West ordered me to arrest the Third Holy Mother, Yang Chan, but I failed."
"After all, Master, you know she has the Lotus Lantern. How could I possibly capture her?"
"I don't even know where the Third Holy Mother is right now. How am I supposed to arrest her?"
"But that's been settled for now. At least the Queen Mother of the West isn't pressuring me anymore. I'll take it slowly."
"So there's no need for you to worry too much, Master."
"Instead, why don't you tell me what brought you here? Is there anything your disciple can help you with?"
Hearing Yang Jian's words, Yu Ding Zhenren felt his head begin to ache.
He realized that his disciple was truly nothing like he had been before. Had he forgotten how to hold a conversation?
He had clearly been the one asking Yang Jian questions. Not only had Yang Jian failed to give him straight answers, he kept asking what had brought him here.
What damned business could I have here?
If even I can't resolve something, telling you would be bloody useless. Could you possibly solve it for me?
Above all, what Yang Jian had just said left Yu Ding Zhenren unsure how to respond.
It was obvious.
Yu Ding Zhenren had essentially come here to help Yang Jian.
But now every word out of Yang Jian's mouth was "no need" or "it doesn't matter." Even if Yu Ding Zhenren wanted to intervene, he could not