"What do you mean?" Ma Hongjun snapped angrily.
Ning Rongrong chuckled. "What do I mean? On the surface, you're flattering Tang San, but deep down, you resent him too. You learned that reviving Huo Yuhao's mother was just a matter of a few words for Tang San, yet ten thousand years ago he didn't lift a finger to help you bring Bai Chenxiang along."
"Y-you..."
Ma Hongjun's anger flared as she hit a sore spot. Bai Chenxiang had been a source of pain for him for tens of thousands of years.
Ever since he'd learned that Tang San had casually revived Huo Yuhao's mother to serve his so-called plan, and had even brought along Huo Yuhao's lucky father, Dai Hao, he'd realized that taking mortals up with him was apparently just a matter of saying the word.
What's more, Huo Yuhao had inherited only a First-Level God's position. The Soul Spirits around him might not seem to count toward the number of people he could bring, but each wielded its own authority over emotions—in other words, divine authority. Strictly speaking, they should count toward the quota, which meant the numbers were way over the limit.
As a result, his feelings toward Tang San had turned to resentment, though he still clung to the brotherly sentiment that brothers were as close as hands and feet, while women were no more than clothes.
"Fatty wouldn't think that way. Don't talk nonsense," Dai Mubai said, displeased. "You're the one who resents Tang San because he didn't revive Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone. Aren't you just the same?"
Unlike Ma Hongjun and Ning Rongrong, he was one of the biggest winners in life among the Shrek Seven Monsters, second only to Tang San. He'd won the brutal struggle within his family, married a top-notch