"Greetings, Saint Zhunti."
Randeng saw that the newcomer was Zhunti and immediately grew alert. He bowed. "I'm returning to Kunlun on the sect leader's orders."
"Fellow Daoist Randeng, if I'm not mistaken, you came here to take the Human Emperor as your disciple and claim a share of his fortune and Merit. But you failed, didn't you?"
"I'm afraid so, Saint."
Randeng made no attempt to hide it. Anyone could see what had happened, so there was no point pretending otherwise.
"The Exposition Sect's direct disciples are still far weaker than those of the Interception Sect. Once their strength improves, I'll naturally have another chance."
When Randeng finished, Zhunti shook his head repeatedly, his face full of regret, and let out a long sigh.
"Ah, fellow Daoist, I'm not trying to stir up trouble, but your position as deputy leader of the Exposition Sect is truly thankless.
"You're a Quasi-Saint, far stronger than those arrogant direct disciples, yet they treat you like a beast posted to guard the mountain.
"You get no share of the Human Race's fortune and no chance to earn Merit.
"They remember you when they need someone to clean up their messes. Once the trouble is over, they cast you aside, and you get nothing."
At being called a mountain-guarding beast, Randeng's face instantly turned cold.
The whole of Hong Huang might know it, but saying it to his face was an insult.
If he had been able to beat Zhunti, Randeng would have wanted to burn him to death with the Coffin Lamp.
"If you have something to say, sect leader, say it plainly. Why go out of your way to mock me?" Randeng's expression was frighteningly dark.
Stirring up Randeng's anger was precisely Zhunti's aim. Seeing his attitude worsen, Zhunti was not offended. He