Before Tongtian went to the Sun Star, Yuanshi had warned him that there was no need to seek out Daochen.
All three of them had now reached the early Quasi-Saint stage. They were not necessarily a match for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but neither were they necessarily outmatched.
Yet Tongtian had refused to listen. Now that he had come back with his nose rubbed in the dirt, Yuanshi was naturally happy to watch the spectacle.
"Second Brother, what do you mean by that? If you hadn't attacked ordinary members of the Witch Clan last time, why would I have needed to go to the Sun Star?"
Tongtian's expression darkened at those words, and he shot back immediately.
"Tongtian, what are you implying? What do you mean, I attacked ordinary members of the Witch Clan? Fists and feet have no eyes! If the Twelve Ancestral Witches failed to protect their clansmen, how can they blame me?"
Yuanshi flew into a rage. Sweeping his sleeve, he rose to his feet and glared at Tongtian.
He cared deeply about saving face. Even if he had deliberately attacked them last time, he would never admit it-especially here in the Upper Clarity Realm, with so many of Tongtian's disciples outside.
With Tongtian saying this now, how was Yuanshi supposed to save face?
"Hmph, isn't that exactly what happened?"
Tongtian refused to back down, showing no intention of sparing Yuanshi's dignity.
"Enough. Do not bring this matter up again."
Beside them, Laozi's expression also grew somewhat uncomfortable.
After all, Yuanshi had not been the only one to attack last time. Laozi had struck several times himself.
Naturally, he was displeased to hear Tongtian dredging up the past.
"Why can't I speak of it? Having done something, can you forbid others from mentioning it? I am saying