Xuanyuan sneered inwardly, but put on a confused, aggrieved expression.
"Dao Ancestor, I really don't understand what you mean!"
He pointed innocently at the Sanqing, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others below, who had just survived the calamity, and said pitifully, "Putting aside the fact that I found this Thirty-Six-Petaled Creation Green Lotus a hundred years ago, I had to expend no small amount of effort just to break through the Innate Guardian Array around it!"
As he spoke of the danger and the heartache, Xuanyuan even squeezed out a few golden tears.
"These people came up and tried to kill me and seize my treasure. Not a single person stepped in to help me then. Don't you think that's going too far?"
As he accused the Sanqing, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others, Xuanyuan also slipped in a jab at Hongjun.
He was telling him plainly: You've shown far too much favoritism!
Yet both his expression and his words were entirely reasonable. Even Hongjun, a Heavenly Dao Saint, had nothing to say.
Xuanyuan secretly congratulated himself. When it came to acting, there wasn't a soul in the Primordial World he feared!
Hongjun watched Xuanyuan expressionlessly, a complicated look flickering briefly in his eyes.
He naturally understood Xuanyuan's little scheme, but at that moment, he had no desire to call it out directly. After all, this involved the delicate relationship between himself, Xuanyuan, and the Witch Clan. Although he was displeased with Xuanyuan's actions, Hongjun could only bury those feelings deep inside.
After a moment of silence, Hongjun finally spoke slowly. "All of you have listened to lectures under me, so you can be considered my disciples. Fellow disciples ought to support one another and improve together. Yet there seem to be some rifts and conflicts among you, and this disappoints me