Ji Meng's voice faded.
Silence fell over the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
The atmosphere suddenly grew rather awkward.
Standing in the middle, Ji Meng opened his mouth, unsure what to say.
He looked at Daoist Duobao.
Clearly.
This man was the leader of this operation.
As long as he could get this fellow Daoist to speak.
It seemed everything could be resolved.
He wondered whether he was imagining things.
He kept feeling that the fellow Daoist before him looked familiar.
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask what the Beast Emperor Palace intends?"
Ji Meng believed he had already humbled himself considerably.
He was one of the Twelve Demon Saints.
If they were to make a comparison.
His status was roughly equivalent to that of a Personal Disciple of the Beast Emperor Palace.
To speak with this unknown expert from the Beast Emperor Palace in such a capacity.
Ji Meng felt he was already showing him plenty of respect.
If his strength had been a little greater.
He would certainly have demanded someone by name.
And told a Personal Disciple of the Beast Emperor Palace to come.
Someone like Nuwa or Houtu.
But he had not.
Although he was proud and considered his status exalted.
He also understood perfectly well.
This was no longer the age of the Demon Heavenly Court.
This was the age of the Beast Emperor Palace.
Whether it was his strength or his status.
In the eyes of this fellow Daoist before him.
Neither probably amounted to much.
Duobao finally spoke.
He sneered. "You know where you went wrong? Then tell me."
He was deliberately trying to humiliate Ji Meng.
After all, given Ji Meng's temperament.
Getting him to say a couple of pleasant words was already exceedingly rare.
Making him actually admit his mistake.
Was still beyond