Everyone looked over as someone laughed heartily.
"Lily, don't get so worked up!"
Lu Chengwen took one look. "Medicine Elder?"
Medicine Elder looked at Lu Chengwen's miserable state and shook his head. "How did you end up like this? Liu Bo, help him."
"Yes."
Liu Bo had barely stepped forward when a gust of blade wind whooshed toward him.
Liu Bo hastily retreated, drew his longsword, and swept it out, splitting the blade wind apart.
Zhang Boyuan's face darkened. "Did I say you could take him away? And you are?"
Medicine Elder's expression had already turned unpleasant. "Just an obscure old man. People in the martial world call me Old Medicine Jar."
"Oh!" Zhang Boyuan said. "So you're a wandering doctor. There's a family in the village with a stomachache—go treat them. Try not to meddle in matters here. Old man, talk less, ask less, mind less of other people's business. That's how you live a long life."
Liu Bo snapped, "You bastard! How dare you speak to my grandmaster like that? Watch me tear that filthy mouth of yours apart!"
Zhang Boyuan snorted. "This is Tianwu Territory. Get lost. We Tianwu people do not wish to slaughter indiscriminately, but if you insist on being blind, don't blame my blade for showing no mercy!"
Medicine Elder looked at the Ancestor. "It seems Tianwu's younger generation has become even less lovable over the years."
The Ancestor looked at Medicine Elder. "What are you doing here? I thought Li Dabai would come."
Medicine Elder sighed. "That bastard is in love. He sent me a flying message and asked me to save someone. Lily, give me some face."
The Ancestor looked at Medicine Elder. "How many blooms of Flame of Death can Liu Bo summon?"
Medicine Elder looked at her. "One."
The Ancestor