At this moment, Elder Zhang Yi, who had been watching from the sidelines, walked over.
With an air of serene detachment that seemed to see through the ways of the world, he patted Chen Qing on the shoulder and said mildly, "That is how a sect works. Rules are dead, but people are alive. In the end, where resources flow can never escape the word 'strength.' The strong naturally receive a larger share and carry greater weight in their words. That is the most plain and simple truth, the same everywhere."
Chen Qing nodded at this, his tone calm and unruffled. "Elder Zhang is right. This disciple understands."
He truly felt no discomfort over these rules of distribution.
Today, they could look down on him because his cultivation was insufficient and take resources that should have been his.
Then someday, when he crushed them with greater strength, he naturally would need no reason either.
That was fair.
Then, Chen Qing cupped his fists again toward Zhang Yi. "That batch of pills I purchased from Elder before shall proceed according to the original plan. I will have to trouble Elder with it."
Zhang Yi smiled. "No trouble. Once the ingredients are ready and the furnace is opened, I'll still have that girl He Zhi deliver them to your door."
"Many thanks, Elder Zhang." Chen Qing thanked him once more, looking entirely composed.
He did not linger. After nodding to Elder Li in the hall as well, he turned and strode out of the Pill Condensation Hall.
After Chen Qing and the others left, the Pill Condensation Hall fell quiet again, with only the faint lingering scent of pills remaining.
Elder Li looked at Zhang Yi and slowly said, "Junior Brother Zhang, you were unusually forthcoming today."
In his impression, Zhang Yi