After painstaking efforts over thousands of years, all his hard work was ultimately aiding the Upper Qing Saint, and the future disciples were all taken away by him. How could the Saint of Taiqing not be angry?
But, he couldn't voice it out.
Being less skilled and competent, what else could he say? If he vented, he would just reveal his own powerlessness and rage.
Moreover, when he joined hands with the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign and the two Western Saints to destroy the Jiejiao Sect before, he wasn't necessarily without guilt.
The three Qingwere, after all, brothers. The bond remained even when the bones were broken.
Ah!
The Saint of Taiqing struggled inwardly for a while, then sighed helplessly. Fine, he would just let the Taoist religion be controlled by Upper Qing. Let it be a kind of compensation for him.
Having thought this, the Saint of Taiqing felt a measure of relief and his heart was lighter. Of course, the faint heartache buried deep remained indelible.
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