"Hmph, did you really think we cultivators of the Dao were omnipotent? With such meager cultivation, let me tell you—even if Temple Master Wang went to Kunlun Mountain, he would have to keep his tail tucked between his legs. Every mountain has its own rules; mountains, rivers, and streams all possess spirits. Don't think that learning a few spells and gaining a little cultivation means you can look down on all spirits."
Pan Yun said, "Senior Brother Zhang, that wasn't what I meant. I have always held nature in awe. I meant, can Senior Brother Zhang Liuzhen still hold on for another three to five years?"
Zhang Ziwang's pupils contracted slightly. He turned and glared at Pan Yun.
Pan Yun looked back at him in confusion. "Weren't my third senior brother and fourth senior sister going to find medicine for senior brother?"
Zhang Ziwang's face remained expressionless. "Which Senior Brother are you talking about?"
"Of course, Senior Brother Zhang Liuzhen of our Mount Longhu Academy. Could I possibly mean my Senior Brother Wang Fei Yin, who is bouncing with life and looks as though he could live another three hundred years?"
Zhang Ziwang was speechless.
Li Wenying rubbed his nose, lowered his head, and stifled a laugh.
Zhang Ziwang shot him a vicious glare, then turned back to Pan Yun, his eyes red. "Who told you?"
Pan Yun grinned at him. "I was testing you."
Zhang Ziwang froze. Fury surged up with a whoosh, nearly burning away all his reason. Li Wenying immediately held him down. "Calm down, calm down. We're on someone else's roof..."
Zhang Ziwang was silent for a long while before finally saying, "Someone doesn't want them to find those medicines, and doesn't want them to bring them back. So Zhang Li can only hide his tracks.