Facing Nangong Night's furious reprimand, Lin Chen just shrugged his shoulders, laughing heartily at the numerous immortals looking up from below.
"You think that submission will bring you peace, or even that voluntary surrender will earn you merit in the land of Dragons, elevating you above others. Stop dreaming," he mocked.
"In the eyes of the members of the Three-Saint Sect, you lot are nothing more than toilet paper, trash to be discarded after use. You're gleefully trailing in their wake, assisting them as enforcers. It's like they're selling you out, and you're even counting the money for them!"
Lin Chen's words struck like a harsh slap to the faces of those thousands of Immortals, stinging fiercely and unbearably.
