At this moment, the Nine Yin God looked at Yi Zheng. Yi Zheng glared back: "Why are you looking at me? I'm just at the thirteenth tier!"
The Nine Yin God snorted coldly: "You know you're at the thirteenth tier, yet you still strut around in front of us? This is not a place for you to speak."
Yi Zheng was so angry he bared his teeth but then said, "Anyway, at the thirteenth tier I don't have the power to instantly kill the Hundred-Year-Old Immortal. Those with the power are here, so you guys chat."
Upon hearing this, everyone frowned deeply, silently cursing this damn Rabbit for his lack of tact.
But on second thought, what the Rabbit said seemed to make sense.
So each of them cautiously looked at each other.
Jidian chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, everyone, although we all have our suspicions, I think no one wants to be seen as a murderer, right?"
Everyone nodded.
