Given Han Li's low-profile disposition, he would not expose himself proactively. Things could have remained peaceful, with each minding their own business—Chengsheng Mountain even technically belonged to Bai Yujing.
Daojun naturally knew that this view was somewhat biased. Everyone's goal was the same: to maintain common interests. But who's to blame for the failure?
Someone had to bear the responsibility for the failure, and who better than the Barbarian Lord, the chief culprit, to take the blame? It would also prevent any disagreement among the others, and they might even recoup some losses from the Barbarian Lord.
"That's not quite right, everyone."
Feeling the icy gazes of the six Sacred Land Masters, the Barbarian Lord shuddered and hurriedly spoke.
"In order to eliminate our common threat, I, Old Barbarian, risked my life to lure Han Li's arrival, creating this situation. You all were slacking. If you hadn't been hiding your true strength, we definitely would have won."
