Sure enough, someone would say something like that.
Ning Ning's face darkened. She looked toward the source of the voice and hurled the half-eaten Apricot Blossom Cake at the back of his head.
A loud yelp rang out at once.
"How could you have such thoughts, young friend?" He Xiaochen said with a bitter smile. "Pei Ji risked his life to save the disciples trapped in the Ancient Wood Forest Sea. If his fellow sect members hadn't found him a Silver Silk Immortal Leaf, he probably wouldn't have lasted much longer."
The man wouldn't let it go. "But he survived, didn't he? We all know what the Devil Race is like. If Pei Ji had foreseen what would happen next and deliberately set up this whole scheme to make himself a hero known to everyone—"
"First, he makes the Dragon Blood Tree fall to the Devil Race, then his fellow sect members effortlessly get their hands on a Saint Grade spirit plant. What, does someone really think this secret realm was opened by Pei Ji's family?"
A young man's voice, laced with a scoff, cut him off without mercy. Tian Xianzi, dressed in a pale green robe, had been sneaking sweets and forgotten to wipe his mouth. Crumbs still clung to the corner of his half-curled lips.
With the most casual air, he delivered the most sarcastic barbs. His rising final syllables were like a tail no one could catch, wagging triumphantly. "Besides, controlling a ten-thousand-year-old tree with a Golden Core Realm cultivation? Since you're so good at dreaming, young friend, why not go back to your room and dream up a few more? What are you still doing here?"
"You!"
The elders present all carried themselves with an immortal air. Yet this man had actually snapped at a junior