"You've got the nerve to blame me?"
Liu Mang sprang up from his chair with a whoosh, his finger nearly jabbing Eastern Emperor Tai Yi in the face as he shouted, "If I hadn't told you, you wouldn't even have known about it! Look at you—you can't even keep your own people under control, and you still have the nerve to question me?"
"Besides, who does collecting bloodwater and Blood Sha concern? The Demon Gods! When I sent you that voice transmission, I made it clear—what if a Demon God had been beside you? Were you supposed to flip the table right then and there? By then, forget Mang Jiu dying; even You Wen might not have survived!"
"Taking ten thousand steps back, I hadn't even told you exactly what it was about before things had already turned out like this. What would have happened if I had? Your Heavenly Court is like a broken sieve, leaking secrets everywhere, and you still have the nerve to blame me?"
The more Liu Mang spoke, the more worked up he became, practically spraying spit as he left Eastern Emperor Tai Yi speechless. Eastern Emperor Tai Yi's face flushed red, his chest heaving violently, blazing Solar True Fire flickering in his eyes. He was just short of smoking.
"Uncle, you can't win an argument with him. Why provoke him?"
Seeing Eastern Emperor Tai Yi's frustrated expression, Chang Xi could not stop the corners of her lips from rising. Suppressing her laughter, she tried to persuade him.
"I simply can't be bothered to stoop to his level." Eastern Emperor Tai Yi snorted, finding himself an excuse.
"You're nothing!"
Liu Mang ignored Eastern Emperor Tai Yi's murderous glare entirely. He swaggered back to his seat, picked up the Immortal Brew, and gulped down a huge