Clang!
Clang!
The ear-piercing clang of a gong rang out, shattering the silence of the Hidden Valley.
"Hmm?"
Fang Yuan, who was practicing martial arts, raised an eyebrow and looked toward the valley entrance, where voices were faintly clamoring. "At a time like this, there are still people who don't know the rules? It must be either the Gui Ling Sect or the Five Ghosts Gate!"
Clearly, with his strength, Fang Yuan was the undisputed overlord of Qingye City. Even many martial artists in Qinghe Commandery had to show him some respect.
After all, anyone who walked the martial world could never be sure they'd stay healthy forever. Sooner or later, they might have to seek help from a divine doctor.
At this point, the only ones who would dare behave like this were probably those two great powers.
With that thought, Fang Yuan didn't waste any time and slowly walked out of the valley.
"Elder Lu, you mustn't barge into the valley!"
In front of the Hidden Valley, Zhou Wenwu stepped in the way, his face full of righteous indignation. "This is Divine Doctor Fang's rule. If you violate it so rashly and anger him, Elder Zhao's injuries will be in trouble..."
The group was unmistakably from the Gui Ling Sect. Two disciples at the front carried a stretcher, upon which lay an old man, his breath faint as a thread.
"Huff, huff..."
Elder Lu clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot. "What do you know? If Elder Zhao loses his life because of this, even your whole family couldn't make up for it!"
The moment he said this, the atmosphere turned icy.
Zhou Wenwu looked at the elder on the stretcher, caught in a difficult position.
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