"Hmph, all slick tongue and glib words. Do you think This Immortal Fairy is so easy to fool?"
It would have been better if Qianqian had not listened. Once she did, her anger flared even higher. The facts were right before her eyes—how could she believe Nailong True Person's honeyed words and polished excuses? So she pinched his ear even harder.
For a moment, wretched screams rang out. Poor Nailong True Person's mighty name had spread far and wide; looking across the Three Realms, he was one of the very top existences. Wherever he went, people revered and admired him, never daring to show the slightest neglect.
Yet now, in front of so many guests, he had lost face all the way to the Underworld Realm.
But there was nothing he could do. Who told him he was the one in the wrong?
That was true enough, but deep in Nailong True Person's heart, he was honestly so depressed it could not be added to.
Bingpo—back when he had been young and frivolous, not knowing how high the heavens were or how deep the earth, he had indeed offended this Saint Ancestor. But that was something from the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
The grudge between the two of them had long since been put aside.
He knew Bingpo was not someone to provoke, so from then on, he had always kept a respectful distance, and the two had had no further entanglements.
As for Baoshe.
Heaven and earth as his conscience, he had only heard her name and had never even met her, much less had any grudges, love, hatred, or passion with her. What had she come here for?
Nailong wanted to cry but had no tears!
He really was innocent.
The problem