This...
Where was a Saint's dignity?
Was it simply being thrown away?
"A slip of the tongue? Heh."
Tongtian sneered. "You think a mere slip of the tongue can make this blow over? Do you take me for someone as good-tempered as Dijun?"
A mocking curve tugged at his lips, and he showed Laozi not the slightest bit of respect.
Not to mention Yuanshi had clearly not spoken without intent—even if he truly had, so what?
He had not even offered an apology, yet he wanted to brush it aside so lightly?
Did Yuanshi get to keep his pride while Tongtian was supposed to swallow his anger?
Dijun, who had been innocently dragged into this, looked utterly bewildered and aggrieved.
Curse him if you wanted, but why drag him into it?
Didn't that make him seem weak?
And what did "good-tempered" even mean?
He merely knew how to weigh the pros and cons and adapt to the circumstances!
He immediately felt annoyed.
"Fellow Daoist is right." Laozi sighed softly, then turned to Yuanshi and sternly said, "Why aren't you stepping forward to apologize?"
His tone was filled with helplessness.
This fellow had become so full of himself just from breaking a formation. If he ever truly defeated a Saint one day, wouldn't he dare trample even Heavenly Dao beneath his feet?
Yuanshi felt utterly stifled, but he also knew that if he did not lower his head today, this matter would be difficult to settle peacefully.
He could only suppress his rage and say in a low voice, "My words just now were offensive. I hope Fellow Daoist will forgive me."
The moment those words came out, everyone watching was dumbfounded.
They both despised Yuanshi's weakness and were awed by Tongtian's might.
To make a Saint not even dare resist