"Heh, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, it has been a long time." Able to traverse the Primordial World with a single thought, Tongtian was far faster than Haotian and Yaochi. He found Kunpeng first and greeted him with a chuckle.
Kunpeng discreetly pulled Kong Xuan behind him. Then, enduring his injuries, he bowed to Tongtian. "Greetings, Shangqing Saint. I dare not accept being called your fellow Daoist. May I ask, Saint, why... have you sought me out?"
"You and I are both among the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao, and you are the teacher of the Demon Race. Why be so modest? I came to find you today..."
Halfway through, Tongtian put away his smile, his expression turning solemn. He opened his right hand, and a flash of sword light brought the Green Duckweed Sword into his grasp. Looking at Kunpeng, he continued, "To demand justice from you for the earthly myriad spirits who died tragically at the hands of the Ten Golden Crows!"
"!!!" Already tense, Kunpeng suddenly felt a mountain of pressure bearing down on him. It seemed... this was where his road ended.
"Greetings, Shangqing Saint! Saint, the Ten Golden Crows' burning of the earth was their own sin, and they have already paid the price for it. What does that have to do with my elder brother? Please judge this clearly!" Frightened, Kong Xuan hurriedly bowed and pleaded with Tongtian.
Hearing this, Tongtian glanced at him. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and he praised him. "A five-element body. Excellent aptitude!"
Then he returned to the matter at hand and explained, "Dijun knew long ago that the Ten Golden Crows were unruly, so he confined them to Sun Valley, forbidding them from wandering outside, and put the Demon Master-your elder brother-in charge of teaching them. But to take revenge