It was obvious.
Jieyin and Zhunti planned to visit the Netherworld, have a proper chat with Houtu, and do their best to win her over.
Of course, whether they ultimately succeeded would be left to fate.
Success would naturally be a good thing, and the credit would belong to the two of them.
But if they failed in the end, it would clearly have little to do with them. At the very least, they would have done their best.
As for what to do next?
That would naturally be Taishang Laozi and Primordial Heavenly Venerable's problem, with nothing to do with the two brothers.
What kind of damned nonsense was this!
Under these circumstances, it would have been strange if Taishang Laozi and Primordial Heavenly Venerable weren't furious.
But the Two Sages of the West had already run off. No matter how furious they were, there was nothing the two of them could do, and they naturally seethed with the urge to hit someone.
"Bastards! Sons of bitches!"
"How can anyone in this world have skin that thick? It's simply unimaginable."
"If I had a choice, I'd kill those two shameless wretches myself."
Primordial Heavenly Venerable valued face above all else and naturally found this sort of thing utterly intolerable. Once the two departed, he immediately erupted in a roar, his expression hideous.
Taishang Laozi said little, but his equally hideous expression made it clear that he was in a foul mood.
Unlike Primordial Heavenly Venerable, however, he wouldn't merely flap his lips no matter how displeased he felt. His mind had already begun working at full speed.
He was considering whether there was room to devise a scheme.
If he could think of a way to make the Two Sages of the West lose face, or even suffer a