The cooperation between the two sides was on the verge of being perfectly concluded, with only the final exchange of tokens remaining.
Zhou You sent out his disciple, Qi Qingdi, while Lu Zhigang sent his adopted daughter, Lu Chongsheng. Both were trusted confidants of their respective sides.
Just as the tokens in Qi Qingdi and Lu Chongsheng's hands were about to be passed to one another...
"Hold it. I do not agree to this cooperation!"
Ha, did not agree? Who did not agree?
A tall, vigorous old man stepped forward and publicly revealed his identity. "This old man is Yi Chaifei."
Yi Chaifei was a lone Strong Martial Third Heaven martial artist, his virtuous reputation renowned far and wide.
Once, after the mountain master of a certain sect had fallen, its members, admiring his lofty virtue and great prestige, invited him to take over as mountain master.
Yet he firmly refused, declaring that he would never seize another's foundation. He would rather spend eighty years selecting promising seeds from among the sect's younger generation and nurturing them, ultimately raising a Strong Martial warrior with his own hands to inherit the sect.
Such noble conduct made Yi Chaifei's reputation nearly saintly.
Although martial artists revered strength above all else, people coveted what they lacked. An elder like Yi Chaifei, whose virtue and prestige ran deep, possessed an especially weighty status and standing.
If he voiced a negative opinion about something, others would instinctively begin searching for its flaws and faults.
"Why do you oppose it, Elder?"
Zhou You asked politely.
A voice rang out from the side. "Yi Chaifei owes the Medicine King Sect an enormous favor."
It turned out that Yi Chaifei had a young grandson born with a grave illness, who needed an unparalleled pill to sustain his life.