Even before Hongjun, the Heavenly Dao Representative, Gu Changqing showed nothing that could be called respect.
As he spoke, he still took great, hearty swigs of fine wine from time to time.
His words, too, sounded utterly justified, without the slightest hint of uncertainty.
Once he finished, the Eleven Ancestral Witches beside him caught his meaning and immediately spoke up.
"Indeed. Fellow Daoist Changqing entered the Underworld earlier only to pick Othershore Flowers and brew the finest wine."
"Haha, we can bear witness. Every word is true!"
"Old Man Hongjun, stop putting on that sanctimonious, overbearing air."
"There is no law in this world that calls for punishing someone for drinking."
"Exactly, exactly! He was only having a drink. What did he do wrong?"
The Eleven Ancestral Witches looked straight at Dao Ancestor Hongjun and spoke with complete confidence.
They all testified on Gu Changqing's behalf.
Perhaps the previous million-year ceasefire period had only deepened the Witch Clan's anger.
Now, facing Hongjun, they were even less inclined to be civil.
Moreover, Houtu had become a Sage and reached a status equal to Hongjun's, greatly bolstering the confidence of Dijiang and the others.
Without the slightest courtesy, they called him "Old Man Hongjun" the moment they opened their mouths, plainly secure in their backing.
Their words made the corners of everyone's mouths twitch.
Yet upon closer thought, they had to admit that the Eleven Ancestral Witches had a point.
Indeed!
At the root of it all, if Gu Changqing really had done it only for a drink, then it hardly amounted to anything serious.
Even if the Heavenly Dao Will descended in person, it could not name any crime he had committed.
At their words, Hongjun's expression darkened further high above the heavens.
To him, both Gu Changqing and the Eleven