"Fellow Daoist?"
The White-Robed Buddha's voice floated into Han Jue's ears again. As he waited for his reply, he was a little puzzled.
Was he not good enough?
Han Jue thought for a moment and still arrived in front of the White-Robed Buddha.
When the White-Robed Buddha saw him come out, he couldn't help but smile and ask, "Recently, many geniuses have appeared in the Scarlet Cloud World. Even in the Immortal World, they're not mediocre."
Han Jue asked curiously, "Why are you doing your best? Aren't you afraid of being questioned if you don't return to the Buddhist Sect?"
The White-Robed Buddha frowned. "Fellow Daoist, don't you know the truth? The Heavenly Emperor asked me to help you. How can you not know?"
"What I mean is, aren't you afraid that the Buddhists will take their anger out on you?"
