"Wei Yanglong, so it was you. Have you come here to cause trouble again? We of the Southern Daoist Sects haven't yet settled accounts with you over what happened to the Taiji Sect, Tianyuan Sect, and Suxuan Sect!" Zhang Suli said coldly.
The man at the head of the group was completely unfazed. He gave a sinister laugh. "I say, Zhang Suli, you've only just become sect master of the Taiqing Sect, and already you're looking to vent your anger? We didn't rob the Taiji Sect, Tianyuan Sect, or Suxuan Sect of anything. Those were stakes placed in spell duels between the parties. Isn't it only natural for the winner to take them? They were offered voluntarily."
"Voluntarily? Why does that sound so disgusting to me? You used schemes to force us to place bets, injured our sect masters, and took the Mountain-River Tianyuan Banner from our sect. And now you're claiming we volunteered?" The representative of the Tianyuan Sect stepped forward and accused him.
"Heh heh, how was it not voluntary? We had already made things clear. Our honored master originally only wanted to borrow a few treasures to eliminate demons and uphold justice—or perhaps have everyone merge their sects and join our Southern Branch of Mount Mao. Later, your Tianyuan Sect refused. That was fine; we let it go. But afterward, everyone agreed to a spell duel, with each side staking its sect's supreme treasure. Your sect master volunteered for that. He greedily placed his bet, lost the match, and now he won't let us take the item? Besides, we sent Dao-Awakening cultivators of the same level to fight. There was absolutely no trickery!" Wei Yanglong cackled.
The Southern Branch of Mount Mao? No wonder their sect master was nowhere to be seen. So they had fallen out