Beside him, Jieyin was not grinning from ear to ear as Zhunti was.
Still, a hint of a smile was plainly visible on his eternally sorrowful face.
He could no longer even remember how many epochs it had been.
Ever since Gu Changqing had burst onto the scene and risen step by step, the Buddhist School had found itself thwarted at every turn.
Forget flourishing-even maintaining its original fortune and prestige had brought one humiliating setback after another.
For Gu Changqing to avoid battle as he had today was an unprecedented first.
Jieyin could not help inwardly savoring the satisfaction!
Just then, Zhunti finally stopped laughing and spoke, his face radiant:
"Gu Changqing... he didn't refrain because he didn't want to act. He didn't dare!"
"Hmph, as long as that Drunkard is kept in check, the opportunity for our Buddhist School-and even the Profound Gate-will come again."
Jieyin nodded slowly but did not respond.
Within his deep Buddhist eyes, alongside the delight, lurked a trace of still deeper calculation.
"Junior brother."
Jieyin finally spoke. His voice remained sorrowful, yet now carried an urgency he could not suppress.
"We cannot let this opportunity slip away. While Senior Chaos's might is at its height, our Buddhist School... should begin making its move."
A sharp gleam shot from Zhunti's eyes. "Senior brother, you mean..."
"The Journey to the West."
Those few words struck like a thunderbolt.
Zhunti drew a deep breath and nodded firmly.
Meanwhile, at Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain.
Immortal mist drifted, and auspicious radiance streamed in a thousand trails.
Unlike the bustle of Vulture Peak, bathed in Buddha light, Jade Void Palace had always been renowned for its austere solemnity.
Chan Sect disciples had always observed strict rules. Whether walking, sitting, or lying down, they followed prescribed conduct,