"Taoist Friend Penglai, you misunderstand. Our Ten Thousand Demon Palace has always stood for righteousness and would never bully the weak. It's just that we couldn't stand by and watch Taoist Friend Wan meet a tragic end, so we had to step forward..."
Yin Penglai's face was ashen as he coldly interrupted:
"If you couldn't watch him die like that, then should his slander against my Yin Family be left unchecked?"
Other matters would have been trivial.
But if such unfounded accusations of my Yin Family colluding with the Supreme True Buddha were substantiated, it would be like condemning the Yin Family to a never-ending abyss.
Once a reputation is tarnished, it's easy to be targeted.
If the Yin Family becomes a public enemy, no matter how powerful they are, it would be useless.
Jiu Futu, hearing this, still wore a smiling expression, though it appeared like a forced grin on a corpse's face, eerie and sinister:
