Zhang Ze recounted the whole story from beginning to end, and when he finished, he felt wronged, "Look, you can't blame me for this, it was entirely the Old Celestial Master's idea, I couldn't stop him."
Li still had doubts, "Really?"
"The Old Celestial Master's unpredictable thoughts, how could I control them? If I hadn't persuaded him, I'd be the Sect Leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain by now, and you'd be the Supreme Grand Elder," Zhang Ze continued to argue.
Li still looked at Zhang Ze with a questioning gaze.
Zhang Ze sighed.
"Then ask him yourself, the Old Celestial Master is drinking right beneath our feet," Zhang Ze said, defeated.
Li let Zhang Ze down, "I'll believe you for now. Stay behind me and don't say anything foolish."
...
Inside the inn's private room, the small space was crowded with people, and the disciples of the Old Celestial Master were trying to persuade him to go home.
Tang was holding Huang Silang, sitting by the table, not daring to speak.
