Zhunti's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Every muscle in his solemn, dignified face twitched faintly, as though an invisible string within him had been stretched to its limit.
Buddha light flickered around him like a guttering candle in the wind. He could no longer maintain his earlier air of detached composure.
Because he had finally figured it out.
From Qingfeng sending Sanzang flying over a thousand miles with a single palm strike, to Ksitigarbha, Maitreya, and the other two barging into Wuzhuang Temple together, to Sun Wukong inexplicably toppling the Ginseng Fruit Tree, and then Zhen Yuanzi using the Earth Book to imprison everyone from the Buddhist School, forcing Zhunti to appear in person...
Everything had seemed to follow naturally, each link fitting neatly into the next. In truth, however, every step had been as precise as a blade slicing through paper, without the slightest wasted motion.
How was this Sanzang not knowing the height of heaven or the depth of earth?
How was this Sun Wukong being incorrigibly unruly?
How was this Zhen Yuanzi biding his time before striking?
This was clearly...
A chess game painstakingly laid out by Gu Changqing, that damned Drunkard!
Earlier, Zhen Yuanzi had plainly been inside Wuzhuang Temple, yet he had remained hidden throughout, allowing the Buddhist School to do whatever they pleased in his sacred grounds.
At the time, Zhunti had secretly congratulated himself, believing Zhen Yuanzi dared not act rashly out of fear of the Buddhist School's might and the overarching course of the heavenly mandate.
But looking back now, what fear had there been?
Gu Changqing had clearly been sending secret voice transmissions, telling Zhen Yuanzi to hold back and wait for Zhunti himself to jump into this carefully designed trap!
And the staff blow with which Sun Wukong had toppled the