"Son, I've Come to Take You Home!"

As Zhunti spoke, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, looking as though he were the greatest victim of all.

With just a few words, he had shifted all the blame cleanly away.

First, we are the victims. Haotian deceived us.

Second, we acted out of good intentions, to maintain order in the Three Realms.

Third, we did not know Yang Jian was your disciple. Ignorance is no crime!

The moment those words left his mouth, Peach Mountain fell into an eerie silence.

Guangchengzi's mouth twitched as he cursed inwardly, This bald donkey truly has no shame at all.

Zhao Gongming spat directly onto the ground, his face full of contempt. "I've seen shameless people before, but never one this shameless. He's disgraced the face of Saints!"

Yunxiao frowned slightly, clearly disgusted by Zhunti's display as well.

Even Xuandu, who had always been composed, looked at Zhunti as though he were some rare and strange creature.

Watching Zhunti's impassioned performance, Niu Ben was also speechless.

He had long known that the two Saints of the Western Teachings were thick-skinned, but he had never imagined they could be this shameless.

With acting skills like these, it would be a waste if he did not become an actor.

"Hmph."

Niu Ben let out a single syllable through his nose.

He could not be bothered arguing with Zhunti over this. His purpose in coming today was clear: to back his disciple Yang Jian and ensure that he could split the mountain and save his mother without incident.

As for the grudge with the Western Teachings, there was no rush. There would be plenty of time to settle it slowly in the future.

Who was Zhunti? His ability to read faces and gauge situations had long since reached perfection.

The instant he heard