Zhang Shuai said solemnly, "I'm not joking. If Fellow Daoist Renxiao doesn't believe me, he can summon the male and female Quasi-Saints who were responsible for guarding the city gate and collecting fees that day. Ask them face-to-face, and the truth will be clear. I, Zhang Shuai, have always dared to take responsibility for my actions."
The smile on Renxiao's face completely vanished. He stared fixedly at Zhang Shuai, cold light flickering in his eyes.
He truly could not believe it. What Divine Venerable would do such a thing? Had his brain gone bad?
"Fine!" Renxiao took a deep breath, suppressing his surging rage as he said in a low voice, "Since Fellow Daoist Zhang says so, I shall verify it."
He wanted to see exactly what Zhang Shuai intended with this strange behavior.
Then, with a slight movement of his divine sense, Renxiao directly sent a voice transmission to the steward of his residence.
Before long, faint footsteps could be heard.
More than thirty cultivators, most of them Quasi-Saints, arrived respectfully outside the pavilion of Listening Bamboo Pavilion under the lead of the Boundless Sacred Realm's steward. They all bowed in unison.
"Greetings, Patriarch! Greetings, Divine Venerable Seniors!"
These people were the clan members and disciples of Renxiao Divine Venerable's residence who took turns guarding the city gates and collecting entrance fees.
Among them were the male and female Quasi-Saints who had been on duty that day and had received Zhang Shuai.
The moment the two entered the courtyard, their gazes involuntarily flicked toward the corner of the pavilion. The Divine Venerable seated there had left a deep impression on them. Recalling how he had calmly refined and killed more than seventy people that day, their hearts still trembled. They hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look