"Of course I know that. He's just a simple-minded dandy who only cares about getting carried away all day long."
The person who had spoken earlier snorted coldly: "If that's the case, then why are you still rambling here?"
Before he finished speaking, a hand suddenly slapped the head of the person who had just raised the question. The person cried out in pain: "Ouch, why did you hit me?"
Meanwhile, on the bustling street, Nan Ye stood quietly, staring intently at the group of hurriedly departing figures. "Master, aren't we supposed to catch up with them?"
"Why aren't you moving yet?"
Jin Fengxi gave a faint smile, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked in the direction they left.
"Nan Ye, you should not only look at the surface of things. Someone who can become the chief disciple must have more than just talent."
At the same time, Zhao Zhenyuan was on his way back to Canghaimen.
The road is winding and lined with dense woods on both sides, making it particularly quiet.
Dark shadows moved through the woods.
Zhao Zhenyuan suddenly stopped moving forward, and the elder following closely behind him also stopped.
"Come out, everyone. There's no need to hide anymore."
Zhao Zhenyuan's shrill voice echoed in the silent forest.
After just a few seconds, a group of people filed out from the dense woods.
Zhao Zhenyuan stared at the faces of this group of people with sharp eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he grinned.
As his smile widened, his yellowed gums were exposed.
"Xuan Jing Sect, Qian Yang Family, Yu Dan Mansion...tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you are all famous and prestigious families in the martial arts world, yet you are actually doing things that only bandits would do."
"If this matter gets out, it will probably damage your reputation." Zhao Zhenyuan said as he shook his head, his face full of sarcasm.
Then, he turned his gaze to the head of the Yudan Mansion who was standing in front of the crowd and continued, "Especially you."
"The dignified leader of the Yudan Mansion actually traveled thousands of miles from the distant Nanzhou."
"With your ability and status, refining pills shouldn't be difficult, right?"
"Why? Could it be that your own skills are not good enough and you can't successfully refine the elixir, so you want to steal the achievements of others?"
After being questioned repeatedly by Zhao Zhenyuan, the face of the head of Yudan Mansion instantly became very ugly.
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