Daochen!!!
When Zhunti saw Daochen, Daochen likewise greeted him with a beaming smile.
But in Zhunti's eyes, that smile...
No matter how he looked at it, it seemed a little...
Creepy!
"Why has Daochen gotten involved too?"
Jieyin muttered.
But seeing that Daochen merely intended to watch the show, he breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as this formidable fellow stayed out of it, even with three Ancestral Witches storming Mount Sumeru today, the two fellow disciples had little reason to panic.
He then turned toward Goumang and the other two Ancestral Witches, forcing a smile uglier than tears onto his bitter old face.
"We did not know you three fellow Daoists would grace us with your presence. Please forgive us for failing to welcome you from afar."
Zhunti did the same, looking at the three Ancestral Witches with an apologetic smile.
What choice did he have? He was in the wrong!
His head was still spinning.
Who on earth had betrayed him?
"You two baldies, spare this Ancestral Witch your empty courtesies! Where are our clansmen? Bring them out, or I'll flatten your Mount Sumeru!"
Goumang spoke brazenly, calling them baldies at every turn.
Jieyin and Zhunti's faces darkened with exasperation.
Had this happened in the east, they could have let it slide.
But this was the Western Land!
He and Zhunti had reputations to uphold, all right?
"This humble monk does not understand what you mean, fellow Daoist. Your Witch Clan's sons are at your Mount Buzhou. Why would they come to our Mount Sumeru in the Western Land?"
Zhunti feigned ignorance.
He had no choice. Given the Twelve Ancestral Witches' tempers, would they let this matter rest even if he admitted it?
Not a chance!
Impossible!
Especially with so many Western Religion believers here. What if