"You, why do you get involved in this matter? You specifically said you had nothing to do with the wedding!" He turned to Alaric, his lips quivering.
"If you don't want to take credit for your actions, it must mean those actions are evil – don't do them."
"It still has nothing to do with you, why are you interfering with the inner politics of our city?" He blamed. People of Alaric's strength were normally above the mortal world. They were treasured by the best sects and their budget was higher than they could ever gain by competing in a mortal city housing a few independent cultivators.
"I dislike backstabbing," Alaric shrugged. He did not owe an explanation to the weak, that's how the cultivation world worked.
"It's not backstabbing, I have never been on their side! They are the ones who have done the backstabbing!"
