When Duke of the East finished speaking, Dijiang gave a low "Hmm" and asked, "So what if I did? What, has the Head of Male Immortals come to keep order again?"
His words brimmed with undisguised sarcasm and mockery. Duke of the East gave an awkward smile, then let it fade and said earnestly:
"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, you've misunderstood. I really did come for that reason today, but it absolutely isn't what you think!"
"Oh? And what do I think? If you came here today to persuade me not to strike, then I'll kill you too!"
Dijiang barked coldly, his attitude unyielding as icy killing intent filled the great hall.
Duke of the East wasn't particularly worried. This was only an avatar, after all. If it died, so be it.
Ever since he returned last time, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became.
The sermon was about to begin, yet the Primordial World was in complete chaos.
Not only had he failed to carry out the Sage's assignment, he'd made an even bigger mess of it.
Regardless of everything else, there was no way they'd get a disciple's spot now.
He couldn't allow that to happen, so today he'd come to the Witch Clan to take a gamble.
As long as he could persuade the Witch Clan not to attack the Demon Clan before the sermon ended, the situation would be stable for the time being. Once he became a Sage's disciple, he could turn around and deal with those who refused to obey.
Simply brilliant!
Thinking this, Duke of the East spoke slowly:
"Please hear me out. Fellow Daoist Dijiang knows that I am the Head of Male Immortals, personally appointed by the Sage. I'm not bringing that up to show off."
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