Looking at the scene, Lord Lao's eyes bulged wide. His beard trembled with rage, bouncing up and down without end. It was obvious just how agitated he was. How could he not be? He had worked so hard to clean up this grandson's mess, played the villain, and drawn so much hatred. And this was how he was repaid? He hadn't gotten any mutton, yet still ended up covered in filth?
The moment he recalled his grand speech before the Jade Emperor, he wanted to die. Lord Lao was no fool. Seeing this situation, he knew today had all been for nothing. The benefits were nowhere near as great as he had claimed. No wonder the Jade Emperor's gaze had been so evasive earlier. Damn it, this was too humiliating! That sour, agonizing feeling from the depths of his heart could melt his Dao Heart. He had become a joke throughout the entire Heavenly Court—a joke second only to Old Man of the South Pole.
That was right. If one knew one had made a mistake, one had to correct it. If one made a mistake, one had to bear responsibility. The Three Teachings were originally one family. Old Man of the South Pole's earlier heartfelt words had been truly hurtful, damaging unity and harmony. His actions had also disgusted most low- and middle-ranking immortals. He had to be punished.
Unfortunately, Lord Lao had forcefully suppressed the matter. Since he had suppressed it, he now had to face the consequences. He had saved an old bastard—how did that feel?
Lord Lao could already picture the future. The moment he stepped outside, countless immortals would look down on him. They would only want to ask, as a Saint, was he a pig? Or blind with his eyes wide open? Why would