Serving Different Dishes to Different Guests, Demon Corpses

"But don't think that just because I'm saying this, I'm taking your side and saving you face. In some situations, you seem downright ungrateful."

His words made the other party sense something was amiss.

"This is a matter for our Cultivation Sect. It has nothing to do with your Demon Suppression Division. I don't think you should come here and meddle."

He hadn't planned to say anything, but hearing them talk like that was bound to set off Qi Lei's short temper.

"What do you mean, it has nothing to do with us? Could you think for a second before saying something like that?"

If they'd just tossed out a couple of casual remarks earlier, that would've been one thing. But now they'd gone and said this.

If he still acted the way he had before, that would be completely wrong.

As the two sides argued, a small issue quickly turned into another mess.

"So what? You think we shouldn't meddle? Have you done a good job? Have you made Zhou Qinglan worry?"

He'd already been thinking that this sort of thing wasn't worth anyone giving it much more thought.

Lin Feng had finally dealt with the Demon Venerable's remnant soul. He had only just come over when he heard all this.

"Wait, what happened now? Why do you all seem so upset?"

"It's those few causing trouble. This wasn't a big deal at all, but they came in and started pulling all sorts of stunts. What exactly are they trying to do?"

Hearing that, Lin Feng understood. He'd only meant to make an offhand remark.

But now that things had come to this, there really wasn't much left to say.

"If you're unhappy, you can leave right now. No one's forcing you to stay. But if you've chosen this