"What do we do?!"
The elders exchanged glances, but none of them had a good solution.
Although they had decided to bet on Qin Feng, they weren't ready to shoulder the pressure of the entire Immortal Realm. And now really wasn't the time to fall out with Lingxiao Palace.
Even the Fourth Elder fell silent.
He might have been a habitual madman, but that trick only worked on the Immortal Alliance. It posed no real threat to Lingxiao Palace.
"So this day has finally come for you!"
Zhao Changsheng swept away the grievance he'd been feeling earlier, instantly perking up.
He'd thought there was nowhere to seek justice for his own grievance. Who could have guessed that in the very next moment, Qin Feng would lose the Twelve Star Beads? It really was true that what goes around comes around. Who could escape the heavens' judgment?
"Isn't this bullying an honest man?!"
Murong Jing was so angry that her little tiger teeth showed. "My Senior Brother Qin risked his life countless times to get the Twelve Star Beads from the Immortal King Ruins. Why should he hand them over just because an old woman like you says so?!"
"My little ancestor, why are you joining in too?!"
The Second Elder immediately felt a headache coming on.
He'd thought Murong Jing was a well-behaved girl. Who knew that after one trip out with Qin Feng, she'd come back like this—forgetting all respect and questioning the Lingxiao Saintess in public.
"What do you mean, 'why should he'?!"
The Lingxiao Saintess answered with righteous indignation. "The Twelve Star Beads were refined by my late husband. A gang of vile rogues stole them, and their whereabouts became unknown. Now that Qin Feng has found them, shouldn't they be returned to Lingxiao Palace?!"
"You..."
Murong