"We must explain clearly, the Great Saint is deliberately trying to trick us."
Iron-Crutch Li said seriously.
Lord Cao smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it, do you think Lu Dongbin doesn't know? He's smarter than us, so he definitely knows. He's just pretending not to know now, wanting to use this excuse to give us a good lesson."
Iron-Crutch Li was speechless.
At this moment, the remaining seven of the Eight Immortals all felt they've been duped.
Initially, they were schemed against by Sun Wukong, yet they happily watched Lu Dongbin's joke.
Lu Dongbin couldn't defeat Sun Wukong, even if he knew that Sun Wukong was the mastermind, he didn't have a solution, thus he could only come back to trouble them.
Thinking of this, they felt an urge to vomit blood.
Clearly, in Lu Dongbin's heart, they were regarded as soft persimmons.
"Don't think too much, hurry and cultivate, once you become a Great Heavenly Venerate, you'll be free from suffering."
Lan Caihe sighed.
