Ding Lianshun and Yin Xianzi both looked a bit awkward. Yin Xianzi quickly waved her hand and said, "You can't say that. Sect Leader, these sorcerers have hands and feet of their own. They're not from our Twelve Green Halls; how could we control them? If they really want to enter Huaxia, we can't do anything about it either!"
"Hmph!" the Bloody Monk snorted coldly, not bothering to argue further. He simply said in a cold voice, "Red-Striped Snake, Ding Lianshun, you two better listen. What you do, I won't interfere. What I do, you two better not meddle in either. Otherwise, none of us will have a good time."
"We didn't plan to meddle in the Sect Leader's affairs," Yin Xianzi quickly replied.
"Then don't try to find out what exactly I'm doing!" the Bloody Monk retorted directly.
