If sound could travel through the Universe, there would surely have been an uproar at that moment.
The Ascension Ones were deeply shocked.
The Green Mountain Patriarch was the Human Race's first Ascension One, with a historical standing beyond imagination, yet a direct junior of the Green Mountain Sect was mocking him like this.
Then they recalled Jing Jiu's True Identity and understood somewhat. After all, he was not a member of the Human Race.
The Green Mountain Patriarch slowly raised his head, revealing the ugly face beneath his Bamboo Hat. His expression was indifferent, showing no emotional fluctuation at those words.
Betraying one's master and destroying one's patriarch did not really count as the Green Mountain Sect's historical tradition, but Green Mountain disciples had no habit of respecting their masters and honoring the Dao either.
At least, that had been the case since the generation of True Person Taiping and True Person Jingyang.
Jing Jiu's memories of his master, True Person Chen Zhou, were vague. He had some affection for his patriarch, True Person Daoyuan. As for the Sect-Founder Patriarch whom countless people regarded as a god... his impression had always been very poor.
Back on the Chaotian Continent that year, he had told Zhao Layue and the others that the Sect-Founder Patriarch regarded One Sword for All Things as a servant and a tool, even a slave, whereas he regarded One Sword for All Things as a friend and playmate. Thus, through the same sword, they had comprehended completely different Sword Daos.
Their Daos differed.
Those whose Daos differed could not be allies, and there was nothing to discuss.
He simply did not understand why that being would stand on the patriarch's side. His gaze pierced the ice and fell on Flower Creek's still-cute but decidedly uninnocent face.