Zhou Wenxuan looked toward Changsun De and could not help frowning. It was a fact that Changsun De had previously stayed at my Heaven's Unity, and it was also a fact that everyone was now embroiled in internal strife. As for the matter of the Ancestral Dragon's destiny, every Demon Realm expert was half-convinced and half-doubtful. Who knew whether some malicious person had been manipulating lies to lure everyone into fighting among themselves? She immediately shouted, "Fellow Daoist Changsun, in that case, aren't you the one being dishonest? ... Why did you spread the matter of the Ancestral Dragon's destiny far and wide? Was it really so that the various immortal sects would consume one another from within, until they were worn down to the level of your Northern Pole Immortal Sect?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhou! Even you don't believe this old man? You believe this little brat instead?" Changsun De flew into a furious laugh, his expression turning ugly. His face still seemed to say, Even you're an idiot.
"Old Changsun, I haven't said anything at all, have I? Justice lies in the hearts of the people, doesn't it?" I shrugged.
This jab would normally have meant nothing, but everyone was already looking for somewhere to vent their anger. Zhou Wenxuan immediately said, "Changsun De, don't use your age to throw your weight around. Whether we believe you or not isn't up to you to decide. Don't drag this child into it. Are we old geezers who've lived for over a thousand years really inferior in intelligence to a child?"
"Heh heh..." Changsun De sneered, still wanting to say something. But that expression instantly sent Zhou Wenxuan's nameless fury blazing to her brow. The poison-cloud cabinet, whose spell she had already prepared and which was waiting to be unleashed, suddenly