"Hahaha. Not bad!" The old man with white eyebrows laughed, his laughter sounding ill. "It was indeed I who did it!"
"Why!" The big-eared Daoist turned ashen-faced, disbelievingly staring at his junior brother. Even though they often quarreled, he had always regarded his junior brother as family.
"Well asked!" The white-browed elder slowly floated to Lin Ze's side, pointing at Daoist Sky Creek. "He started earlier than me by ten years, yet his cultivation speed isn't half of mine; when it comes to talent, he's far inferior to me."
"I have been battling for the Four Seas Sect for 32 years. Since our master started meditating due to severe injuries, which big event or major battle has I, Xuanxin, not led? Who has contributed more to the sect between me and him?"
