Li Changyun listened expressionlessly to the clamor of everyone discussing, watching their hateful expressions. It seemed that if someone proposed killing Zheng Ming, they wouldn't hesitate to strike. Li Changyun couldn't help but sneer inwardly, glanced at the young man in purple robes with a trace of pride on his face, and said blandly, "Sima Zhong, do you understand what 'big picture' means?"
"The Zheng brothers may have offended us, but Zheng Xuanji is extremely important to us at Heavenly God Mountain."
"The heavens weep, saints perish. A saint controls the circulation of Qi in the heavens and earth, and with a single thought, can cause the sky to collapse and the earth to tear apart!"
"Our Supreme Ancestor of Heavenly God Mountain has decreed that the one most likely to inherit the saintly position is among the Eight Hundred Dao Seed bearers."
"Although Heavenly God Mountain has two disciples with Dao Seeds, every disciple possessing a Dao Seed is incredibly important."
