The blurry figure seated cross-legged upon the lotus platform said unhappily, "Below Saints, all are ants. Even if he has a chance of becoming a Quasi-Saint, so what?"
After a pause, it looked meaningfully toward the other blurry figures. "Why was this Abyss Clan junior able to forge that ominous weapon which stirred even several of us? In my view, this is no longer merely a dispute between the Western Heaven Clan and the Abyss Clan. What do you all think?"
At once, a blurry figure took up the words. "This child may one day clash with the Saint Dao of several of us. I hope Abyss Saint will not shield him. He is no more than a mayfly!"
Other blurry figures nodded as well. "Precisely!"
The Abyss Clan Saint's face darkened as he said coldly, "Bodhisattva Saint, Quasi-Saint, you hold the lofty seats of Saints, yet fear even a mayfly and cannot tolerate him. Are you not afraid of staining your saintly renown?"
"As for this supposed clash, before any of you reached this step, which one of you had not clashed with the ancient Saints...?"
Then his tone turned icy. "Let me make this clear. The various clans may temper the young descendants of my clan, but they must not go too far. You may not send disciples more than two major realms above him to act!"
"Otherwise, once this precedent is set, none of the clans will have any young seedlings left to produce!"
Seeing the Abyss Clan Saint so stern and grim, the blurry figure on the lotus platform and the other existences fell silent for a time, seemingly realizing that they were indeed in the wrong.
Just then, an especially mighty and sacred blurry figure suddenly let out a low exclamation. "The Abyss Clan has