Withered Bone's corpse-like face twitched, but he still swallowed his anger. After all, however you looked at it, if Myriad Ghost really hadn't been wronged, he wouldn't have come all the way over just to cause trouble.
"Yes, Ancestor." Lei Dong continued pretending to be honest and harmless. Trembling with fear, he rode the Phantom Sword over to the three Golden Core Ancestors. As if he couldn't withstand their domineering pressure, his whole body shook uncontrollably as he struggled not to fall off his sword.
Seeing this, Myriad Ghost Ancestor felt both amused and exasperated. How had he ended up taking on a Personal Disciple like this? He knew perfectly well Lei Dong was putting on an act, yet the sight of him looking so utterly spineless was unbearable. The Ancestor could only play along, flying into a rage and scolding him, "You little fool! How have I taught you all these years? As a member of an Evil Sect on the demonic path, you can be wicked, proud, or wild. If you keep acting so timid and servile, you might as well go back and have your Soul Lamp lit. That way, you won't keep disgracing me."
Lei Dong didn't straighten up at those words. Instead, he hunched his head even lower, his whole body quivering. In a trembling, terrified voice, he said, "Ancestor, please calm down. I'll speak now, I'll speak."
Head lowered, he didn't dare look at the three Golden Core Ancestors. In a shaking, halting voice, he recounted the twisted, utterly false story from beginning to end. Though he stumbled over his words and trembled as he spoke, at least he made himself perfectly clear.
The moment Lei Dong finished speaking, Myriad Ghost Ancestor followed the plan and, before the others could react, immediately turned hostile