Guang Chengzi had no idea that Daoist Burning Lamp, whom he had driven away, had already begun harboring other thoughts.
At that moment, his smug gaze swept over the faces of the other Exposition Sect disciples one by one.
Including Chi Jingzi and the other four, every Exposition Sect disciple either avoided his gaze or wore a fawning expression. They all feared that, like Daoist Burning Lamp, Guang Chengzi would find some arbitrary excuse to send them back to Kunlun, leaving them unable to gain the Human Race's destiny and Merit.
Only then did Guang Chengzi once again feel the authority of being the Exposition Sect's senior eldest disciple.
Yet he failed to notice that every move the Exposition Sect disciples made had also fallen into the eyes of Xuanyuan and the other Humans.
For the first time, Xuanyuan and the others, who had once obeyed Guang Chengzi's every word, lost their reverence for immortals.
A bold thought could not help but surface in everyone's hearts:
"So immortals are not free of desires either. They have their own schemes and calculations too. If that is the case, what gives them the right to act so high and mighty and order the Human Race around?"
Inside the main tent, the Human Race members exchanged glances but said nothing.
Since everyone is trying to achieve their own goals, I do not need to be overly polite either, Xuanyuan thought.
Only after that battle did Xuanyuan deeply realize how inadequate the Human Ancestral Land's strength was.
The Humans of the East Sea were not as weak and helpless as Guang Chengzi and the other Exposition Sect disciples had claimed.
Perhaps even he himself had not noticed that he had already developed a trace of dissatisfaction toward Guang Chengzi.
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