The Western Saintess dared not persuade further, for they knew that this foreigner before them, like the bird-riding cultivator, was not one to be trifled with, and fundamentally, there wasn't much of a difference.
They only remained silent, feeling unwilling in their hearts; with their indigenous beliefs being somewhat superstitious, of course, they didn't have the ability to thoroughly investigate the principles of nature. More often, they resorted to manipulating people's hearts, maintaining the rule of the matriarchal society on Blue Island.
However, even so, having dealt with these divine matters for so long, they also had a set of divination techniques that were quite effective. They were certain that someone entering Holy Mountain would definitely be inappropriate, but exactly what was inappropriate about it was beyond their capabilities.
