"Fellow Daoist Mu, what do you mean by that? Could it be that failing to take Windcool Mountain was the fault of us cultivators who remained on the Desolate Moon Continent?
What do you mean, hiding east and dodging west? Do not forget that without us enduring humiliation and clinging to life, opening the passage between the two realms from the South Sea, you would still be in the Devil Realm.
After the Yin Demon Cliff fissure was sealed, must we cultivators left on the Desolate Moon Continent fight these human cultivators here to the death?"
The elderly devil cultivator who spoke wore a yellow robe. He looked at the female devil cultivator with unfriendly eyes. His brows and features bore quite a few similarities to the yellow-robed old man who had once used the Realm-Shattering Pearl to open the passage between the two realms in the South Sea.
"Fellow Daoist Wan, please forgive me. My words were not directed at you. I do not deny the humiliation and burdens you endured on the Desolate Moon Continent.
I merely wished to give certain self-righteous fellows a reminder. The cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent are not the worthless dogs in their eyes, to be slaughtered and hunted at will."
The voluptuous female cultivator surnamed Mu slightly bowed toward the yellow-robed devil cultivator surnamed Wan.
The devil cultivator surnamed Wan was precisely the yellow-robed old man of the Nascent Soul Realm who had recovered his original body, the Venerable Wan mentioned by the Crimson Candle Fairy, sect master of the Red Cicada Sect.
The devil cultivator surnamed Wan still spoke coldly. "It was precisely because generations of our forebears were stranded on the Desolate Moon Continent, lying on brushwood and tasting gall through the long years, that we have today's result.