Rulai Sighed: What Kind of Mess Is This?

After Guanyin left, Xuanming looked at Ao Bing and said, "Little Bing, tell me, why did you suddenly target Guanyin? Don't tell me it was to vent for the Chan Sect. Mm, although the Chan and Jie Sects are on good terms, it still wasn't your place to stand up for the Chan Sect."

Ao Bing nodded. "Oh, I know. Mainly, Master told me to do it. Otherwise, I have no grudge against Guanyin. Asking something like that would just offend people for nothing..."

Xuanming nodded. "Oh? Yun Ting told you to do that? Don't rush. I'll go ask him what he meant. Why was he setting you up..." With that, she tore open space and vanished.

Before long, inside the Guardian God Hall, Xuanming glared coldly at Yun Ting. "Cloud Emperor, you sure know how to play games. Little Bing may not have much of a brain, but you can't bully him like that. You actually had him ask Guanyin such a provocative question? What if one day he goes out alone and the Buddhist Sect ambushes him?"

Yun Ting stared blankly and muttered, "My poor disciple. Even the Wu Clan thinks he has no brains. You really are miserable..."

As Xuanming's expression darkened further and further, looking ready to strike, he hurriedly changed his tune. "All right, all right, it was just a little joke. Ancestral Witch Xuanming, don't get worked up. Please, hear me out."

Yun Ting took out the Ancestor Dragon Scripture and said, "That kid Ao Bing has had you protecting him for so long that he hasn't improved in ages. That's partly your fault too—you never took him out to train more... This is the Dragon Clan's Ancestor Dragon True Scripture. Ao Yue, the Dragon Clan's Great Crown Prince, cultivates it as well. It