The seabed was quiet. As soon as Qin Fen spoke, everyone listened closely, though their attitudes differed. Guanyin was watching Big Chef show off-no, wait, analyze the case. Xing Tian wanted to know which rotten bastard had been screwing people over.
Only the Yellow Emperor and his subordinates felt chilled to the bone. No matter what the other man said, he had already slung mud at the Buddhist School. That stain would never wash off. He had offended all of Spirit Mountain! The Yellow Emperor stared up in speechless despair, his heart breaking.
"Then who was it? Teacher, since you're so certain, you must already have an answer in mind, right?" Guanyin continued smiling and glanced at the Yellow Emperor.
Xing Tian also swayed his body at his old enemy. He had no choice: he had no head, so to shake it, he had to shake his whole body. Though the sight was bizarre, the effect was surprisingly good.
Guanyin was indignant. Yellow Emperor, what nonsense are you pulling? The Buddhist School had no grudge against you, you know. Sorry, but now we do! Tathagata held grudges too. Otherwise, why would he have pinned Monkey down for five hundred years back then, just for relieving himself wherever he pleased?
Xing Tian was full of contempt. Yellow Emperor, you idiot. They weren't even around in ancient times, and you're trying to frame them with a trick this crude? You still have the nerve to call yourself an Imperial Lord! There's something seriously wrong with your intelligence!
Fuck you! The Yellow Emperor suffered tons of emotional damage. He couldn't live like this anymore. Dongwang Gong had barely spoken, and these two were already kicking him while he was down. Was that really necessary? Look at Natural Daoist-now that was a decent man.