"Justice? What a grand and high-sounding excuse."
Hearing this, Qin Changsheng sneered.
"As everyone knows, our Immortal Palace has always acted with the order of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces in mind. Sin Blood is universally acknowledged. If the Qin Clan insists on this course, you truly will chill the hearts of all under heaven." The Immortal Palace Master spoke to Qin Changsheng from the lofty heights of "justice," seemingly filled with regret.
"Spare me that rhetoric. Your Immortal Palace knows perfectly well what happened back then." Qin Changsheng coldly swept his gaze over the Immortal Palace Master and Duomo of the Western Religion.
"Fellow Daoist of the Qin Clan, why would you say that? Many orthodoxies were present back then. The whole world bore witness." The Immortal Palace Master looked at Qin Changsheng with feigned surprise.
"The whole world bore witness? I would call it a backroom operation. The Western Religion's Sect Master was a fallen Ancient Monk. How could your Immortal Palace not have known his true identity? Yet the Immortal Palace allowed them to grow. Is this what you call acting with the order of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces in mind?" Qin Changsheng sneered.
"Nonsense," said the Immortal Palace Master. "That is merely your side of the story. If he was a fallen Ancient Monk, how could the world have remained ignorant?"
With that, he turned toward the Sect Masters and powerful figures of the various orthodoxies gathered at Immortal Mountain and asked, "Everyone, you have all had dealings with the Western Religion to some extent, and some of you have even interacted with its Sect Master. Did any of you discern that he was a fallen Ancient Monk?"
At these words, some orthodoxies remained silent, but others spoke up after a little thought.
"Fellow Daoist