A skinny old man in ragged clothes who seemed to have just been bombarded by bolts of lightning stormed out of the Secret Palace. Gesticulating angrily, he growled at Yu Chen, "How could you use your formation against your own people, Old Third?"
Yu Chen glared back at him and bellowed, "These bunch of fools are from the Thousand Spirit Palace. They are not my own people!"
The Wuchang brothers, who were still under Wu Qi's feet, snarled almost at the same time, "We are definitely not one of theirs!"
The skinny old man rubbed his temple with a thumb, clenching his jaws as he roared, "If not because of the Human Emperor's decree, if not for being forced by you all, I wouldn't have become the Great Elder of the Secret Palace! When are you going to stop giving me headaches? When will you get along well with each other?"
Yu Chen jumped to his feet while pointing his finger at the Wuchang brothers and cried out, "They are the ones who provoked us this time!"
