"Exactly!"
Wang Ping raised his teacup and returned Quan Wen's toast. "Do you have people like that among your ranks, Fellow Daoist? I do not wish to punish your clansmen too severely after incidents occur. If this continues over time, you will inevitably harbor resentment. The hatred that Human Way Cultivators and the Demon Race have only just set aside would be reborn because of it."
Quan Wen seriously considered the issue Wang Ping had raised. The room fell silent at once, making the sound of Yulian drinking tea seem especially loud.
After a long silence, Quan Wen finally replied, "Fellow Daoist has considered this more thoroughly than I have. I was too impatient and thought too simply about many matters. You are right. If we truly handle clansmen who break the rules according to the rules we establish, once or twice would be fine—but if it happened every day, forget everyone else, even I would gradually grow weary of it."
Bu Qiong interjected, "That is why you must settle this internally before we can discuss what comes next."
Yulian set down her teacup and communicated with Wang Ping through the Spirit Sea. "Do you believe that rat did not think of this? I reckon he is doing it deliberately, deliberately trying to set us up. Once the hatred between Human Way Cultivators and the Demon Race resurfaces, you will be in a very passive position."
Wang Ping did not want to assume the worst of others, but reality forced him to think more deeply. Otherwise, just as Yulian had said, he would be terribly taken advantage of in the end.
Seeing that Quan Wen wished to continue, Wang Ping waved his hand. "There is no rush in this matter. It cannot possibly be settled just because the two of