"Greetings, senior brothers."
Led by a Demon General, Jieyin and Zhunti soon took their places beside the Three Pure Ones. Suppressing the aching pain in their hearts, they squeezed out smiles uglier than tears and greeted the three.
"Hmph."
Jieyin and Zhunti greeted them with beaming smiles, never expecting the Primordial Heavenly Venerable to turn his head away with a cold snort.
Laozi and Tongtian likewise glanced at Jieyin and Zhunti with dark expressions, neither saying a word.
This left Jieyin and Zhunti rather bewildered.
They had not seen each other for several thousand years, and the two truly could not understand what they had done to offend the Three Pure Ones.
Why were all three looking at them as though they bore some bitter, deep-seated grudge?
Who had we offended? What had we done?
Seeing that the Three Pure Ones really would not acknowledge them, Jieyin and Zhunti could only rub their large heads awkwardly and slink into the seats below them.
Jieyin and Zhunti had quieted down, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches were laughing so hard that tears rolled down their faces.
It would have been a miracle if the Three Pure Ones had paid Jieyin and Zhunti any attention.
You two cut off a piece of your own flesh, each offering a High-Grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure to curry favor with Daochen, only to leave us Three Pure Ones roasting over the fire.
What was that supposed to mean?
Were you showing off how the Western Land was dripping with wealth, or how much you two had raked in through swindling and deception over the years?
It was bad enough that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had pulled one over on the Three Pure Ones. Now Jieyin and Zhunti had done the same.
After all that, it would have