Hundred Ghosts Mountain.
Inside a palace within the shattered World Domain.
"This man dared to swindle others under the name of our Jade Pot Realm. I will send word back at once and have him listed as a wanted enemy of our realm... to soothe your hatred, Senior Ghost King."
Ji Wujiao glanced at the cup on the table before him, where wronged souls floated amid cries and wails. He subtly shifted a little farther away, then looked at the dwarf cultivator before him. A barely perceptible trace of disdain flashed through his eyes, yet his words rang with righteousness.
"Hmph."
Sheye snorted coldly at this. At the mere thought of that man, the fury in his eyes became almost impossible to conceal.
But his gaze shifted slightly, and he still shook his head.
"Thank you for your kindness, young friend Ji... but although this Bird Daoist is hateful, he never actually used the Jade Pot Realm's name. I was the one who misjudged him. There is no need to trouble the fellow Daoists of the Jade Pot Realm. I will personally avenge this great humiliation!"
The Bird Daoist had merely destroyed three of his Dao Fields. That was indeed hateful, and he wished he could devour the man's flesh and sleep on his skin. But if this truly became entangled with the Jade Pot Realm, the entire Hundred Ghosts Mountain lineage might be devoured down to the last scrap!
When dealing with the Bird Daoist earlier, he had still harbored fantasies, thinking he could cultivate a connection with him, drape himself in the Jade Pot Realm's tiger skin, and profit from them. But Ji Wujiao's uninvited arrival had abruptly brought him somewhat to his senses.
He wanted to take advantage of them, but had he ever considered... that they,