Heavenly Dao Nüwa, Nüwa, the Zhuxian Sword, Tongtian—and now that they were all together, it was hard not to make certain connections.
Taishang looked at them thoughtfully, his face expressionless. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Old Thief Yuanshi, listen to yourself. Do you really think that's possible?"
Tongtian was so angry he laughed. Looking at Yuanshi, he said irritably, "You're saying I lent out the Zhuxian Sword and nearly got you killed? Do you think that's possible?"
How precious was the Zhuxian Sword? How could it possibly be lent out?
"Let me ask you: would you lend out your Pangu Banner?"
Thus, Tongtian mercilessly snapped back at Yuanshi.
"I would! Why wouldn't I?"
At the mention of the Pangu Banner, Yuanshi grew furious. After all, his Pangu Banner had already self-destructed. If he had not found a replacement, the self-destruction of his Lifebound Magical Artifact would have been more than he could bear.
His Pangu Banner was already gone anyway. Who didn't know how to brag?
"Oh? A miser like you would lend out the Pangu Banner? The sun must be rising in the west."
Master of Heaven sneered disdainfully. He knew Yuanshi far too well to believe that Yuanshi could be so generous as to lend out his own Lifebound Magical Artifact.
That was simply impossible.
At any rate, Tongtian would never believe Yuanshi's nonsense. Who was he trying to fool?
"..."
Chen Mu, standing to the side, was somewhat speechless. He really wanted to point out that the sun of the prehistoric world was a Golden Crow, wasn't it?
Wouldn't rising from the west actually be rather easy?
"Sharp-tongued as ever. I can guarantee, in the name of a Saint, that he did indeed produce the Zhuxian Sword earlier."
Saints could not possibly lie about such