Feng Gong knew he was doomed.
But people like him, as long as there was even the slightest chance of survival, didn't want to die. He wanted to struggle a little more, kick around a little more, try his luck again, and drag things out a bit longer...
So when Medicine Elder gripped his neck and asked whether it was him, what else could he say?
He could only admit it.
Admitting it was still better than dying!
Medicine Elder released Feng Gong in one sharp motion and glared into the distance. "Jiang Shang, you bastard! I'm coming to have a word with you!"
At that moment, Fishing Elder descended from the sky and grabbed Medicine Elder. "Old Medicine Jar, don't be impulsive. The Jiang Family is at the height of its power now. They may not give old men like us any respect..."
Medicine Elder's eyes bulged. "Give me respect? Hmph! If he truly enrages me, I'll flatten the Jiang Family and leave not even chickens or dogs alive!"
Fishing Elder said, "The Jiang Family has dedicated alchemists. There's no reason for them to steal your pills. Something must be wrong here."
Medicine Elder said, "Feng Gong is right here. I'll take him to their doorstep and ask, then everything will become clear! Old Dia o, I have to get to the bottom of this. My pills have been stolen for half a year, and I've had nowhere to vent this anger! If I don't clear this up today, even my coffin lid won't be able to hold me down! Tell the old fellows not to interfere. I won't give anyone face, and I don't need help from any of you! I'm leaving!"
Fishing Elder found it astonishing.
Medicine Elder wasn't normally this impulsive!
There were too many mysteries