Within Biyou Palace, Violet Qi rose as Daoist patterns flowed.
Tongtian sat on a cloud bed with his eyes slightly closed. His aura was restrained, yet he gave off an invisible pressure.
Soon, Qin Mu entered the hall.
Seeing Tongtian, he bowed respectfully and said:
"Greetings, Master."
At this, Tongtian slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at Qin Mu.
His expression was somewhat grim.
Seeing Tongtian's expression, Qin Mu felt his heart tighten.
He figured Tongtian must be angry with him.
After all, the matter of the Taiyin Star had grown increasingly serious, eventually drawing Nuwa and Tongtian, two Saints, into the fray.
After this incident, the Demon Race would surely hold a grudge against the Interception Sect.
And it had all been because of Xi He.
Seeing that Tongtian still hadn't spoken, Qin Mu began:
"Master, Junior Brother Duobao said..."
Before Qin Mu could finish, Tongtian said:
"Qin Mu, you were in the wrong this time."
His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
Qin Mu's heart jolted. He bowed slightly and replied:
"Master, I didn't consider everything carefully enough."
"Hmph!"
At this, Tongtian snorted coldly, a chill glinting in his eyes. A wave of Saintly Might surged from him almost imperceptibly.
In an instant, time and space throughout Biyou Palace seemed to freeze.
Qin Mu felt his heart tighten.
Just then, Tongtian said in a low voice:
"What do you think I'm blaming you for?"
Qin Mu frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Tongtian meant.
Tongtian continued:
"I am blaming you."
"But I'm blaming you for not informing me right away."
Qin Mu froze, looking up at Tongtian in astonishment.
Tongtian swept out his broad sleeve and added:
"If you'd told me sooner, why would you have needed to snatch the bride?"
"I could've gone straight