"Although I have eaten your Ginseng Fruit and even pushed over your Ginseng Fruit Tree, I am one to reason. Just kowtow and admit your mistake, and I will forgive you."
Ji Changsheng's "magnanimity" caused cold sweat to start appearing on Master Zhenyuan's forehead.
He wasn't worried for himself, but for the foundation of Wuzhuang Temple.
He had absolute confidence he could break through the siege, and also that Wuzhuang Temple could certainly not withstand a barrage of attacks from Great Emperor Changsheng.
Initially, he had come with great momentum to seek retribution, but in a mere moment, he turned into the one apologizing. This swift shift in roles left Master Zhenyuan somewhat unable to adapt.
But adapt he must, even if forcibly.
"The Hungry Ghost Festival is a grand event at Spirit Mountain, and I was invited there. Many others like me were also invited."
Master Zhenyuan was implying that the law does not punish the multitude.