Lord Yuanshi's actions gave Liu Mang plenty to think about.
During the war of the Investiture of the Gods, Lord Yuanshi had sent almost every Interception Sect disciple onto the Investiture of the Gods List to protect second-generation disciples like Guang Chengzi.
Now Liu Mang was putting the Exposition Sect disciples through the wringer, yet Lord Yuanshi not only raised no objection—he had personally handed Liu Mang the whip.
Something about it felt wrong.
"Something's wrong. He's definitely scheming."
But Liu Mang could rack his brains all he liked; he still couldn't figure out what Lord Yuanshi was planning.
He had no idea Lord Yuanshi had long since lost all faith in Guang Chengzi and the others.
Comparisons were cruel. Without them, he might never have noticed the difference.
Lord Yuanshi had once thought highly of Guang Chengzi and the others. They had deep foundations and excellent fortune—ideal disciples in every respect.
Even when they made small mistakes, he had chosen to look the other way.
Yet these disciples he had favored fell short of even the egg-born and damp-born creatures of the Interception Sect in Merit and fortune. Worse, they were being utterly outclassed in cultivation too.
Most infuriating of all, the Exposition Sect disciples should have been more welcome than those scaled and horned creatures of the Interception Sect. How had it turned out the other way around?
Where did that leave his dignity?
Of course, Lord Yuanshi had not blindly blamed Guang Chengzi and the others. He had immediately realized that Liu Mang had something to do with the Interception Sect disciples' transformation.
That was what had set all this in motion.
Sending Guang Chengzi and the others to the Human Race had been Lord Yuanshi's way of giving his direct disciples another chance. He just had