Xuandan looked at the two withered chives, puzzled.
Could they have gone to find the Two Saints of the West and build up their resources again, hoping to make a comeback?
Pharmacist lowered his stance, took out the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures bestowed by the Sage, and bowed.
"Fellow Daoist, I have come with sincerity to request some pills. I hope you will agree."
Xuandan's brows immediately knitted together as he hesitated.
He had heard the news from his two senior brothers.
The Two Saints of the West had come, apparently hoping to have the Western Teachings participate in the Grand Competition as well.
Would giving the pills to Pharmacist count as helping the enemy?
Xuandu, Guang Chengzi, and Duobao, who had been silent until then, suddenly brightened.
Guang Chengzi sprang to his feet in excitement, his enormous bald head gleaming.
"Trade with them, Junior Brother. You're generous and virtuous. No matter what, they're our fellow Daoists, so we ought to give them some pills."
Duobao picked up where he left off.
"Senior Brother is absolutely right. We can't play favorites. Junior Brother will surely agree to the trade."
Xuandan stared at the two bald heads, taken aback and deeply confused.
Had his two senior brothers lost their minds or something?
He'd never heard that they had any personal ties with the Western disciples.
He caught sight of the subtle smiles on his two senior brothers' faces, and of the honest Xuandu, who was barely holding it together.
Xuandan suddenly understood.
He knew his senior brothers' usual tricks. They never had any good intentions.
No wonder they were speaking up for the Western disciples. They were up to something.
Pharmacist and Ksitigarbha looked at them gratefully.
Their opinion of the Xuan Sect disciples rose steadily.
As expected of disciples