You were a celestial demon, yet kept talking about eradicating celestial demons; he was human, yet kept talking about protecting celestial demons.
Come to think of it, the two of you were both traitors to your respective races, yet each of you sounded more righteous than the other...
Sure enough.
Thick skin and a black heart were the only survival principles in this world that never went out of fashion.
Still.
Who was right and who was wrong no longer mattered. The key was how to resolve the predicament facing the Peacekeeping Gang.
Zong Gui looked at the abbess leading the Emei Sect and said, "Grandmaster Zuoqiu, we're grasshoppers tied to the same rope now. Stop hiding Emei Sect's experts away. Call her out so we can face the Qiao Family together!"
"Expert?" Grandmaster Zuoqiu looked puzzled. "What is Sect Leader Zong talking about? This poor nun is the most skilled in Martial Arts within the Emei Sect."
"Stop pretending. Bai Xiaosheng already said that the Emei Sect found a thousand-year ginseng capable of adding a hundred years of cultivation." Qin Wenzheng of the Taishan Sect said, "With a hundred extra years of cultivation, even if Qiao He crawled out of his grave, he still wouldn't be a match..."
"What thousand-year ginseng?" Grandmaster Zuoqiu frowned. "That Bai Xiaosheng fellow is spouting nothing but nonsense..."
Qin Wenzheng suddenly frowned and turned to Zong Gui. "Sect Leader Zong, I've been too embarrassed to ask until now—did your eldest disciple pick up the Returning Bird Sword Art, which Nameless Ancestor of the Taishan Sect lost on your Huashan?"
"You believe in Nameless Ancestor too? Are you an idiot or—" Zong Gui sneered, but his expression abruptly changed. "The sword tomb of the Sword Demon senior of the Huashan Sect fell on Kunlun