"Naturally born foils!"
"Golden Toad!"
A few Bodhisattvas finally couldn't help but utter reprimands.
Instead, the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva, who was almost being verbally abused, remained calm, and after pondering for a long time, slowly raised his palm and said, "You are right, indeed I have a guilty conscience for neglecting the sect's instructions. Whatever you decide next, I shall follow your arrangements."
He indeed was somewhat weary.
Furthermore, Golden Toad's words also made sense. This great calamity had long transcended its initial appearance; looking at the current situation, disciples of the Buddha like the other party were truly the ones destined to handle the disaster. As for himself and the others, they were mere foils. It'd be better to finish the task early and return to Southern Sumeru for peaceful cultivation.
