"What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist?"
"What do I mean?" The Ink Flood Dragon King's expression was incomparably cold and stern. "What sort of time is this? Eight million fellow cultivators have gathered in Linglong Valley, all because they received your Immortal Alliance Order and wished to resist the Ancient Demons under that senior's leadership."
"Everyone crossed mountains and rivers to come here, facing who knows how many hardships and dangers along the way. Yet he hasn't shown his face even once, simply leaving several million fellow cultivators hanging here. Secluded cultivation? When could he not do that? Yet he just had to choose this moment. Do you truly think this king would believe your ghost talk?"
"If you insist on saying that, then this pavilion master has nothing more to say. In any case, everything I've said is fact, without the slightest falsehood. As for whether you believe it or not, that is up to you. Besides, what meaning would there be in my deceiving all of you fellow Daoists?" Lu Ying'er sighed. Continuing this war of words really was somewhat tedious.
"Meaning? Hmph, do you take this king for someone who doesn't know? You're doing this to seize the chance to expand Baisuan Pavilion's strength, while treating several million fellow cultivators like idiots to be toyed with. Your heart truly deserves execution!"
"Ink Flood Dragon King, don't spout nonsense here. Every word Sister Ying'er said is true. This palace can bear witness for them." Liu Ying spoke from the side. The reason she protected Baisuan Pavilion like this was naturally also out of consideration for Lin Xuan.
"Indeed. This one can as well." Kang Xiaoru's voice likewise entered their ears. At present, the three great sects shared loss and glory alike. Moreover, by helping Baisuan Pavilion,