You Don't Understand!

Mm, Chang Geng is good in every way, except this congratulatory speech is a little... hasty.

Before making his appearance, Lord Tongtian sat beside the splendid pool on a side peak, staring at the jade talisman before him and murmuring to himself, somewhat hesitant.

Looking at the opening of this congratulatory speech, to shape an approachable image for the sect leader, it used so many simple phrases: "bright skies and gentle winds," "a balmy breeze and tranquil air," "all guests have gathered here from Three Thousand Prosperous," and so on.

Who was he?

In the Primordial Wilderness today, he could barely be counted among the foremost figures—a dignified Three Pure Saints Sage!

How could he use such blunt, commonplace language?

He ought to first expound upon the Great Dao, then speak a little of divine abilities and Dao methods, recount the embarrassing incidents when his two disciples first entered the sect, and reminisce about how he, their master, had sat beside a towering haystack and told them richly colored stories.

Do not misunderstand. That was a required Jie Teaching course—"The Multiple Uses of Differently Colored Rainbow Light in Spell Duels."

That sort of approach was worthy of a Sage's bearing.

Lord Tongtian tucked the jade talisman into his sleeve, clasped his hands behind his back, and gazed at the bustling scene by the main hall.

The great tribulation could wait for now.

"Grandmaster" had ordered his granddisciples to fill the calamity fortunes. As their master, he could not defeat his own master, so he could only endure in silence and see whether there was any room to turn things around.

What else could he do?

He had originally considered joining forces with Second Senior Brother to persuade Eldest Senior Brother to pick a fight with their teacher.

Yet the moment