In the Zixiao Palace, Daoist Yuqing frowned in displeasure as he watched Zhunti warmly lead Di Jiang toward the front row.
Zhunti and Jieyin were merely cultivators from the impoverished West. Their conduct was even worse: they were smooth talkers who went around begging for handouts, all under the lofty pretense of restoring the West, when in truth they simply seized whatever they wanted.
If they hadn't yet dared to cross the Three Pure Ones, they would have deserved a lesson long ago. And now they wanted to curry favor with Pangu's True Lineage? What nerve.
Yuqing had always thought highly of himself, valued one's origins above all else, and despised those of poor character. He had helped Zhunti and Jieyin displace Kunpeng earlier only because he disliked Kunpeng's origins even more. Between two evils, he had chosen the lesser. But now that the pair wanted to befriend Di Jiang, his distaste for them only deepened.
Big Brother was devoted to quietude and inaction, so he certainly wouldn't invite Di Jiang over himself. Third Brother enjoyed making friends, but he wouldn't speak rashly before Big Brother and I had made our position clear. So be it. Since the Three Pure Ones also wanted to befriend Di Jiang, how could we let these two from the West steal the show?
With that thought, Daoist Yuqing spoke up at just the right moment, his clear voice cutting off Zhunti's unfinished pleasantries.
"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, please wait."
Yuqing turned his gaze to Di Jiang. His expression remained calm, but there was a hint of solemnity in it.
"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, you and I share the same origin; we are all of Pangu's True Lineage, and should naturally be close. There is room beside us up front. Why not come sit here, so