"Don't worry, I won't forget you, Master."
"There really is?" Tongtian asked in surprise, involuntarily raising his voice.
He had only said it casually. Liu Mang had already earned quite a bit of Merit with the disciples of the Jie School. He mainly just couldn't stand Liu Mang's smug expression.
"If you speak any louder, then there won't be any~"
Tongtian swept his gaze around and discovered that his loud voice had just drawn everyone's attention.
He hurriedly set up a Soundproof Barrier.
The Jie School did not even have enough Merit for itself. He was hardly willing to give any to others.
Seeing Tongtian set up a Soundproof Barrier, a trace of displeasure flashed through Yuanshi's eyes, but he said nothing. After all, in the matter of repairing the heavens, the Jie School had contributed greatly, proving more qualified than him, a Saint who expounded the Heavenly Dao.
"For the sake of the Jie School disciples working so hard, for five hundred years... no, three hundred years... no, one hundred years, I won't call them wet-born, egg-born creatures with scales and horns."
Meanwhile, Zhunti kept sneaking glances at the master and disciple muttering inside the barrier, feeling as if ants were crawling through his heart.
"Senior Brother, what idea has Junior Nephew Liu Mang come up with this time? I really want to know."
"Then go eavesdrop~"
Zhunti glanced at the Immortal Slaying Four Swords in the sky, swallowed, and shook his head. "Forget it~"
Zhunti was exhausted too. He had no idea what had happened to Jieyin. In the past, the two of them could barely stabilize The West together and contend against the East.
Ever since Jieyin heard Liu Mang say, "Everything exists in dreams," he had stopped caring about anything.
It was too hard for him~