As soon as Di Jun spoke, Zhurong turned to look at him and shouted with a somewhat violent aura, "Di Jun, I never asked your Monster Clan to give up your seats. Why are you meddling in this?"
"Zhurong, in the Dao Ancestor's Purple Heaven Palace, you Wu Clan members dare to bully your fellow cultivators so freely. Do you still have any respect for the Dao Ancestor?" Before Di Jun could respond, Kunpeng rose to his feet and demanded.
Zhurong flew into a rage and was about to speak when Di Jiang stepped forward to stop him. Looking coldly at Kunpeng, Di Jun, and the others, he said, "Di Jun, Kunpeng, the grievances and conflicts between our Wu and Monster Clans can be settled slowly on the battlefield later. There is no need to invoke the Dao Ancestor at every turn. Anyone who didn't know better would think the Dao Ancestor was some saint of your Monster Clan!"
Di Jiang's words made Shi Mo secretly cheer. As expected of the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Wu Clan's leader, Di Jiang really did have some brains.
Di Jun's reaction afterward, however, surprised Shi Mo slightly.
"Ladies, if you do not mind, please come sit over here," Di Jun said directly to Xihe and Changxi, ignoring Di Jiang.
After exchanging a glance, Xihe and Changxi thanked him gratefully, rose, and went to sit behind Di Jun.
Watching this with a slight frown, Shi Mo could not help thinking, That idiot Zhurong practically pushed Xihe and Changxi over to the Monster Clan's side!
Well, now even if Nuwa doesn't step in to bring them together, Di Jun and Xihe will probably still end up together, Shi Mo thought helplessly. The influence of the Heavenly Dao's great course of fate