With their status, when had they ever been humiliated and accused like this? Both of them were itching to lose their tempers, but considering the crowd's overwhelming numbers, a fight would surely not end well for them.
Moreover, among these three thousand Primordial Dao Masters, there must be quite a few who were their disciples and grand-disciples—on seeing them, they still respectfully greeted them with a bow.
Under such circumstances, wouldn't striking out at everyone present confirm their reputation for bullying the weak?
At this moment, the Saint of Taiqing, Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, was truly in a dilemma. Taking action would look bad, but doing nothing felt incredibly frustrating. It was unbearably uncomfortable.
