The old woman faced Lu Yin. "Alliance Leader Lu, are you satisfied now?"
Lu Yin raised an eyebrow. That was too harsh. He almost felt bad about making trouble. This old woman was being far too sincere.
"Wind God, you hit me?" Yao Hong shrieked, her gaze crazed. She had already been feeling aggrieved and resentful, and that slap had brought all her hatred to the surface.
The old woman turned and glared at Yao Hong, her expression fierce. "Shut up."
Yao Hong shrieked, "What gives you the right to hit me? I'm one of Mirror God's disciples, and you're one of Purple God's. You're only acting as the caretaker of the Hometown of Gods. As someone from the Hometown of Gods, you should be helping your own people, not outsiders! I won't let this go. I'll report you to Mirror God!"
The old woman was furious. She raised her hand and slapped Yao Hong hard across the face again, knocking her unconscious.
None of the Hometown of Gods cultivators around them dared to speak.
The old woman faced Lu Yin and said respectfully, "Alliance Leader Lu, I'll take my disciples back to the Hometown of Gods at once. I hope you won't hold this against us."
Lu Yin narrowed his eyes. There was something off about this old woman. His status, standing, and strength were indeed formidable now, but not enough to make the Hometown of Gods bow its head like this. It was the Hometown of Gods, after all. They might be wary of him, but they shouldn't be this—this—cowardly, as if they were terrified he'd pursue the matter. It made no sense. Even he thought Yao Hong had a point.
As a Star Envoy expert from the Hometown of Gods, she should have supported her own people