Zhunti's face had twisted to the extreme.
He stood in the void, Buddha light churning violently around him, flickering like a candle in a storm.
In his deep Buddhist eyes, nothing remained but an indescribable sense of frustration and disbelief.
Senior brother... Senior Brother Jieyin...
Never had he imagined that the Jade Pure Bottle he had just defended with his life, refusing to surrender it even at the cost of falling out with Gu Changqing, would be sent here by Jieyin from afar!
What was this supposed to be?
A stab in the back?!
Zhunti felt a knot of pent-up anger lodged in his chest, unable to rise or sink, stifling him until his whole body trembled faintly.
Of course, he understood Jieyin's intentions.
His senior brother saw further than he did, understood more clearly that today's confrontation could no longer end amicably. Rather than suffer another crushing loss at Gu Changqing's hands, it was better to offer up the Jade Pure Bottle and secure a relatively dignified conclusion.
But the problem was... that was the Jade Pure Bottle!
It was a supreme treasure that anchored the Buddhist School's fortune, containing a trace of the Great Dao's Dao rhythm that Jieyin had imbued it with while proving the Dao of Limitless Primordial Unity. It was one of the foundations of the Buddhist School's fortune!
How could such a precious treasure simply be given away?
Senior brother, what on earth were you thinking?!
Zhunti's chest heaved violently, his breathing as heavy as an ox's.
His gaze remained fixed on the glazed crystal bottle slowly drifting down. Countless times, he wanted to reach out and summon it back, but reason told him... he could not.
Gu Changqing was right here.
That damned Drunkard stood crookedly in the void, cradling the Wine God