Clear Heart pointed at Jingxin, gritting his teeth as he enunciated each word.
"You made a mistake, yet you won't even let others speak of it. So this is the old abbot's fine disciple.
"You handed Still Sea Temple's supreme treasure over to someone else, and we knew absolutely nothing about it throughout the entire process.
"What do you take us for?
"Do you still consider us members of Still Sea Temple?
"Do you really think Still Sea Temple is your family's property?"
"Senior Brother, I think the first thing you should do now is pray—pray that Fellow Daoist Blood Baleful keeps his promise. Otherwise, once our master, the old abbot, falls, there will no longer be any place for you in the entire Origin Continent."
Jingxin spoke blandly. Though his eyes remained closed, a mocking smile curved across his lips.
Once his master, the old abbot, fell, when the day came for the great powers of Origin Continent to settle accounts with Still Sea Temple, this dear senior brother of his would surely be the first target to be purged.
When that time came, anyone might have a chance to survive—except him.
After all, Still Sea Temple's reputation and merit had been utterly ruined, all thanks to this dear senior brother of his.
He had already become a thorn in the eyes and a nail in the flesh of Origin Continent's great powers.
They could not wait to get rid of him.
"My affairs require none of your concern. If that day truly comes, I will personally face the great powers of Origin Continent. Even if I die, I will die standing!"
Clear Heart flicked his sleeve and declared with righteous fervor.
In any case, Origin Continent would fully open in three months. He had already prepared everything; once