"Tch!" Pei Yan spat the pig's trotter bone by the table, picked up a napkin to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth, then shook his head and said, "Of course I don't actually want to see the Immortal Palace ruined. The two women who really control this place wouldn't allow me to do that either. But how far this is going to be pushed isn't up to me—it depends on how those sects choose to respond. I imagine the sects that are clean will know better. When the time comes, if some idiot really wants to stick his neck out and play the early bird, I don't mind killing a chicken or two to scare the monkeys."
