"Ancestor, this..." Houtu started to speak in defense, her voice trembling slightly with urgency as she tried to win some freedom and understanding for herself, but Ancestor Hongjun raised a hand and cut her off. Ancestor Hongjun's gesture was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, as if telling Houtu that his decision was unquestionable.
"No need to say more. This is the arrangement of the Great Dao. As a Sage, you should understand what is at stake." Although Ancestor Hongjun's voice was not loud, it carried a powerful sense of oppression, as if every word contained endless strength, echoing in the air and making it hard to breathe. The voice seemed to tell everyone that this was an unalterable decision, like the laws of heaven and earth, impossible to defy.
Zhurong was the first to lose his temper. His disposition was like a volcanic eruption, instantly flying into a rage. Flames surged up all over his body, swirling around him like angry fire dragons and warping the surrounding air. He stared with wide eyes as if they were about to spit fire, his face flushed red like a ripe tomato. Pointing at Ancestor Hongjun, he roared, "Ancestor Hongjun, what do you mean by this? How much effort did Sister Houtu expend to open up the Six Paths of Samsara? Did you not see it? Now that she has just become a Sage, you want to restrict her freedom. Isn't this too unfair?!" His voice was filled with anger and grievance, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction.
Chapter 127