"Ancestor Huorong, your Saint Heir has mingled with the riffraff of the first battlefield, and my palace has serious doubts that it also participated in the bullying of female cultivators. Does your Fire Qilin Cave not owe my Kingdom of Women an explanation?"
Ling Xue'er spoke coldly, her disdain for the elders' hypocritical justifications evident.
These people were clearly opportunists looking to profit from others' misfortunes, but they all vied to present themselves as morally righteous, which was truly nauseating.
"Prattle, when the elders are speaking, where is it your place to interject?"
"A rabble without any true strength, you wish to stir trouble, yet you must consider the adversary. Our clan's Saint Heir is in the first battlefield, yet you turn a blind eye, which is an outright contempt of my Fire Qilin Cave's dignity!"
Huorong's eyes widened as the Fire Qilin seated below him suddenly spewed a stream of molten lava towards Ling Xue'er.