It seemed as if they heard the voice transmission between Wei Wuji and Qi Yin Master.
The Dharma Seal Vajra turned his head, smiling as he looked at the two of them.
Wei Wuji's face twitched, he stopped the voice transmission immediately, and drank his tea nonchalantly.
Qi Yin Master also gazed at his nose, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart.
In his heart, he echoed Wei Wuji's sentiments.
"Is there really no one who can teach these overbearing bald monks a lesson?"
"Even letting them suffer a big loss would do."
There were several invited guests from various sects present.
Although they looked emotionless like him, they surely felt aggrieved just like him.
Called here only to be used as an example.
How is this different from being openly slapped in the face?
"Since everyone is here, let's begin the shaving ceremony."
"Sky Demon Emperor, I ask you, have you willingly joined our White Horse Temple?"
