"KUNPENG really is a menace. We can't let him keep stirring things up."
Zhao Gongming sighed with feeling, then glanced at the few fairies nearby and secretly broke into a cold sweat.
What had just happened...
He dared not speak of it, nor dared he ask.
On the hundred-zhang-wide back of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird, dozens of figures sat in meditation. Several Dao Sect heavyweights had gathered together, drinking tea, chatting, and holding a praise convention for Jie Teaching fairies.
That Kunpeng business was old news;
As for the Great Cataclysm, that was a matter for later.
Praising the fairies for being virtuous, gentle, and beautiful—that was what truly mattered most!
Quan Tong could not help sending a voice transmission to Li Changshou, who was fiddling with the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife. "Are six of the eight great disciples of the Jie Teaching all this... gentle?"
"No." Li Changshou shook his head. "The two who didn't come are genuinely mischievous."
"Hahaha!"
Quan Tong clapped his hands and chuckled. "Interesting. Truly interesting."
At the side, Daoist Duobao threw back his head with a long sigh and steered the topic back to business.
This time, they had stumbled into it by chance, yet reaped quite a harvest.
Once those demons spoke, they only begged for swift deaths. Out of benevolence, Li Changshou granted their wishes. He had even specially scattered their ashes into the Chaos Sea, so they could reunite with their former little companions.
A gang of accomplices ought to be neat and tidy together.
Truthfully speaking, these demons were no longer at their respective peaks.
In the Chaos Sea, even finding a source of spiritual energy to sustain their own Dharma power had become difficult for them.
Kunpeng, however, could steadily provide them with spiritual energy, and in doing