BANG!
The stone desk shattered, and the ground trembled.
White-haired Chen Tong's eyes were wide, making him look like a furious lion—a stark contrast to his usual refined demeanor.
"Yuann Mo!"
He glared at Yuann Mo and the others returning from the back-mountain Marketplace and roared:
"I warned you not to act recklessly, yet you still did as you pleased! As a result, you attracted Tribulation Cultivators and got Fellow Daoist Wuh killed!"
"The fellow daoists who stayed behind have all suffered injuries, and the Innate Qi Refiners took heavy losses. This is all because of you!"
"Nonsense!" Yuann Mo's hair and beard stood on end with rage, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
"We never start trouble when we go to the back-mountain Marketplace. It was clearly your patrols that were inadequate."
"Tribulation Cultivators…"
"Since they're Tribulation Cultivators, are you saying they wouldn't have attacked if we hadn't 'provoked' them?"
