Xiao Wujian's gaze turned icy as he asked indifferently, "So what? Could it be that no one besides those of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect is allowed aboard our flying vessel?"
"Those of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect have always acted openly and uprightly. Unlike the sects of you two fellow Daoists—even if you sent out flying vessels to offer others shelter, I fear the other juniors might not dare accept your protection."
Though his words were light, they carried ridicule and veiled mockery.
Xuanjing Cave Master's expression darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He carried himself with lofty arrogance, and he and Daoist Nun Shenwei looked no different from righteous cultivators. Yet their reputations had long spread far and wide. Countless cultivators throughout the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land feared them as they would snakes and scorpions!
Xiao Wujian's words had undoubtedly struck right at their weak point.
With a cold smile on her lips, Daoist Nun Shenwei immediately said, "For these people to board the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's flying vessel, they must share no shallow connection with the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect."
"When competing for treasures in the Quicksand Land, it is only natural to bring along more hands."
"Yet the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect has dispatched two forces, one in the open and one in the shadows, and both have acted at once. You were also the first to arrive here. Now, Fellow Daoist Xiao is so eager to deny that the attacks upon those in the Quicksand Land had anything to do with the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. It is hard not to make people think more deeply about it!"
Daoist Nun Shenwei held a fly whisk in hand, while sharp light flickered endlessly in her eyes.
Something that had clearly been unrelated