"Fei Dan, why are you joining in this mess?"
Fei Lian wanted to step forward and pull Fei Dan back, but Fei Dan shook him off.
"Stay out of my business!"
Fei Dan stroked his two wisps of beard, vicious light flickering in his eyes.
"Heh heh, none of them ever thought highly of me. I've wanted to descend to the Lower Realm for a long time! Rather than be despised by all of you in the Heavenly Court, I might as well go down there, find one of the Three Thousand Small Worlds, and establish myself as its master. Wouldn't that be far more enjoyable?"
Fei Dan had originally attained the Dao as a member of the Feathered Race, but because his true form resembled a rat and he still had two rat-like whiskers, his appearance was wretched. Even the Heavenly Court's maidservants were unwilling to serve him, and most of the people in his Demon God residence were flying rats who had taken human form.
Fei Dan had come to the Heavenly Court partly because Di Jun had invited him, and partly because Hong Huang was in chaos, leaving him with no choice but to find a faction to rely on.
Now that he possessed quasi-Saint cultivation, he could be considered a major figure no matter what. He had long since become unwilling to endure such humiliation.
As Fei Dan's only friend in the Heavenly Court, Fei Lian naturally understood his circumstances. Seeing that his old friend had made up his mind to leave, he silently stepped aside and said no more.
Bai Ze and Shang Yang exchanged a glance. Seeing the situation worsen by the moment, they had no choice but to step forward.
Bai Ze looked at Kunpeng and said gently, "Demon Master, now that the