Yan Yi's words were filled with murderous intent.
Yet, there were few responders present.
Those Supreme seniors, usually fierce and overwhelming, were now looking down, gazing inward.
Their expressions were as emotionless as if they had achieved enlightenment and become Buddhas.
Of course, they hadn't laid down their butcher's knives, nor did they disagree with Yan Yi's views.
They simply didn't want to support Yan Yi.
We're all Supremes, and we're your seniors.
Why should you sit above while we sit beside and below?
Just because your father is Daoist Venerable?
Since you want to take charge of the situation, figure it out yourself.
We won't risk our lives to increase your achievements and prestige.
It would be amusing to see you make a fool of yourself.
Yan Yi was fully aware of their thoughts.
Every Supreme here harbored their own agendas, and the Evil Immortals didn't have the rigid hierarchical structure like the Celestial Palace.
