A Small Matter
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Ksitigarbha, if you don't have my orders in the future, don't do anything."
At the corner of the spiritual mountain, the immortals from the Dao Sect had just left. When the old Daoists returned with gloomy expressions, the young Daoist who was kneeling on the ground heard those words.
Ksitigarbha sighed slightly and whispered, "Thank you for protecting me, Teacher."
After saying that, he stood up and returned to the side of the mythical beast, Truth Listener. He obediently sat cross-legged.
The matter was over. The Western Sect had actually lost an unimportant disciple. The Saint had personally appeared, but he had been criticized by the disciples of the Dao Sect…
Grievance, helplessness, and indignation were brewing in Ksitigarbha's heart. In the end, all that was left was the joy of surviving the calamity.