Gu Changqing's words were utterly calm, utterly composed.
It was as though he were speaking of some insignificant matter, not even consulting Hongjun at all.
And the moment those words rang out, heaven and earth fell silent.
Countless Mighty Experts, wandering cultivators, and other beings looked at one another, completely bewildered.
Even the million disciples on Golden Ao Island stared at one another, unable to make sense of it.
"Heavens, what is Senior Brother Changqing trying to do?!"
"What happened to us Jie Sect Disciples earlier was all Luohu's doing."
"Wouldn't it be perfect to let Hongjun take him away now and imprison him in Zixiao Palace forever?"
"Exactly! Is Senior Brother Changqing actually going to speak up for that Luohu?!"
Whispers like these spread across Golden Ao Island.
Clearly, the disciples of the Interception Sect felt both hatred and fury toward Luohu.
Thus, they thought that once Hongjun took him away, however savage or cruel the methods he used against Luohu, they would be entirely justified.
But Gu Changqing clearly thought otherwise.
He paid no heed to the varied reactions of the Interception Sect disciples or the countless beings beyond the island.
Having spoken, he continued to face Hongjun from afar with that same free-spirited, unrestrained air.
From time to time, he even lifted the Wine God Gourd and helped himself to a few more mouthfuls of fine wine.
By now, Hongjun's brows were already tightly furrowed.
Though displeased, he still spoke patiently:
"Gu Changqing, this is a matter between Luohu and me."
"You would do well not to interfere."
None of the beings throughout heaven and earth found anything wrong with those words.
After all, the Dao-Devil War had been a great calamity that erupted countless epochs ago.
Now that Luohu had reappeared in the world, handing him