"Hmph~" Gao Wei flicked his sleeve and said coldly, "More than ten Golden Core disciples of my Xunyan Sect fell on the battlefield. Never mind the merit—we must at least have the reputation, and a commendation decree from the Council Hall is absolutely necessary!"
"Hehe~" Tu Hong sneered as well. "Unable to distinguish black from white, unable to separate public from private—how can such a path be the way of warfare? If you keep muddling things up like this, the defeat of our Dao Sect will not be far off!"
"Tu Hong, do not think that only you have served as Great General, or that only you have slain Illusion Sword Swordsmen!" Gao Wei's face flushed red with fury. He leapt to his feet and shouted, "Had you not hardened your heart like iron and used the lives of tens of thousands of disciples as bait, had you not relied on the great battle at Quanjin Mountain, how could you have slain twenty Illusion Sword Swordsmen?"
"Yes, this old man is indeed so hard-hearted!" Tu Hong said blandly. "When one general's achievements are made, ten thousand bones wither. Has Fellow Daoist Gao never heard that? If it were you, would you dare?"
"It is not that this old man dares not—it is that this old man disdains it!" Gao Wei looked coldly at Tu Hong. "This old man has not yet become so ruthless as to regard the lives of tens of thousands of disciples as drifting ash!"
"That is why... this old man is the Great General! And you... are not!" Tu Hong said word by word. "You can only build carriages behind closed doors here!"
"Enough!" Li Chengxu waved his hand. "We discuss only military matters here. Do not squabble like long-tongued women! If there is any more