"This..."
Several Taoist men looked at each other in dismay, unsure how to respond to these words.
The two monks smiled bitterly, pressed their palms together in a salute and said, "Heavenly Master, although there is a conflict of ideologies with the Abbot, it is merely a philosophical disagreement. Why must you slander so? Wasn't everything clear on Kunlun Mountain two years ago?"
Xu Yang glanced at them with a calm expression, not minding their words, "Whether this matter is true or false, time will tell. I don't insist that you all believe me, I only ask that you keep these words in mind. In case of adversity, you will not be caught off guard, not to mention the danger of Taoism perishing and bringing disaster to the innocent."
"..."
"Amitabha!"
Upon hearing this, both monks fell silent, then sighed in unison, turned around, and left, leaving behind two bottles of Spirit Pills.
Their attitude was quite clear.
Seeing this, the several True Monarchs could only feel helpless.
