The mood of the Three Burials Mage was truly not good.
He had also sensed the trace of the Tear of the Guanyin.
If it were only the Ancestral Dragon Residual Soul, he had confidence he could handle it.
However, Guanyin Bodhisattva, whom he thought was an ally, turned traitor, catching him completely off guard.
Ji Changsheng continued, "Teacher, let the Great Saint continue to stay by your side to protect you. Without him, I truly worry for your safety."
The Three Burials Mage reluctantly nodded.
His face was indeed lost, but since it was already lost, he could only accept it.
Having dealt with the Three Burials Mage, Ji Changsheng's gaze fell upon the White Dragon, and he said solemnly, "Ancestral Dragon, you've got some nerve."
The Ancestral Dragon Residual Soul sneered.
Now that it had obtained the flesh and blood of the Saint, it had no plans to tangle with Ji Changsheng.
It didn't matter that it couldn't kill Cundi.