The Qi Devouring Sect's celestial being certainly had a fertile imagination, but it was not entirely devoid of logic.
At the very least, through his earlier exchange with Monk Huikong, he had gained some understanding of Meng Zhao. Coupled with the influence of Emperor Yu's Undying Dao Image, Meng Zhao's very presence, and that colossal creature suspected to be a Flood Dragon suddenly waking from its slumber...
Every piece fit together far too closely.
Thinking of this, the Qi Devouring Sect's celestial being did not feel like slapping himself across the face. Instead, he developed an unprecedented resentment toward Meng Zhao, whom he had never even met.
So you were the brat who brought the imperial army here?
No, wrong story. So you were the brat who woke up the Flood Dragon and nearly got me killed there?
But at most, this was merely a conjecture, a guess, far from enough to count as proof. No matter how much resentment he felt, he could only swallow his broken teeth along with the blood. If he wanted to hold Meng Zhao accountable, even face-to-face, he lacked any substantive evidence.
Meng Zhao probably had not even gone near that colossal creature suspected to be a Flood Dragon. What right did they have to say he had awakened it? Were they trying to dump the blame on him?
Monk Huikong's thoughts were, in fact, astonishingly similar to those of the Qi Devouring Sect's celestial being. Yet there was one difference: he knew perfectly well that holding Meng Zhao accountable was utterly meaningless. It was best to pretend he had seen nothing.
After all, being on good terms with Meng Zhao was far more beneficial than becoming his enemy.
"What should we do now? I suspect Meng Zhao has already left Bone Forest. Should