Jing Xizhen's tone turned cold: "Brother Ling, don't pay attention to his words first. If you're interested, I can slowly tell you about my matters later.
Right now, I need to seek justice for my disciple, Qingsha. Just because one has a high cultivation, does it mean they can do whatever they please?"
"Brother Jing, your disciple? If I'm not mistaken, you should have left the universe long ago. And Qingsha, she arrived in the universe after that," Ling Zhuzhen replied, somewhat displeased.
You, Jing Xizhen, are indeed a Taoist ancestor, but so am I, Ling Zhuzhen.
Besides, when the Tian Meng Clan attacked the Human Tribe, I, Ling Zhuzhen, did contribute, but what about you, Jing Xizhen?
In terms of contributions to the universe, I, Ling Zhuzhen, will only be higher than you, not lower.
You are flaunting around now simply because my cultivation has not recovered, while yours remains intact.
