"Why can't we claim to be from the Fire Talisman Celestial Master Mansion when we are indeed from there?" a man questioned Mo Lin, visibly dissatisfied.
He was indignant.
Mo Lin sneered, "If it weren't for your Fire Talisman Celestial Master Mansion, how could hundreds of thousands die in Beihai?"
"Do you think you are worthy of the Celestial Master title?"
"What does the death in Beihai have to do with us?"
The man retorted, still unhappy, "Isn't it all Li Hao's doing?
These crimes should be borne by the Copper Coins Celestial Master Mansion."
"Why did only you manage to escape while others couldn't?" Mo Lin continued to press.
"Our master foresaw the disaster in Beihai and took us away beforehand," the man replied again.
"Is that so?"
Mo Lin slowly turned to Kunxuan and asked, "Kunxuan, is this true?"
"Are you really that prophetic?"
Kunxuan lowered his head, not saying a word.
The man who had been shouting earlier suddenly went silent.
