At this sight!
White-haired and weathered by the vicissitudes of time, Old Daoist Zeyi looked powerless and helpless beneath the pressure of a Half-Step Supreme.
Yet he still wished to make one last attempt, opening his mouth to explain:
"Fellow Daoist, although the mission I issued back then to purchase Spirit Medicine did violate the rules somewhat!"
"But it wasn't such a major matter, was it?"
"Wasn't this how things had always been done before?"
"Why must Fellow Daoist make things difficult for this old Daoist?"
By this point, his tone had gradually hardened.
"Besides, I am an elder of the Spirit Fusion Immortal Sect, not a disciple of your Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.
"Are you not overstepping your bounds?"
Yet in the face of Old Daoist Zeyi's mixture of pleading and defiance, the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect's Half-Step Supreme gave a cold laugh.
"Heh heh!
"Fellow Daoist is surely no fool. How can you still fail to understand even now?"
"You truly disappoint me!"
The moment these words fell.
Old Daoist Zeyi's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and a trace of despair flashed through his eyes.
He knew that his sect had abandoned him. An unprecedented sense of loneliness and betrayal surged into his heart.
He had given everything to the sect throughout his life, only to be cast aside without mercy now.
Otherwise.
Even if the other party was a Half-Step Supreme cultivator—
He would not dare act so arrogantly within Immortal Alliance City.
Much less behave as though he could strike at any moment within the Immortal Alliance Headquarters.
The claim that handing over the Spirit Medicine would let bygones be bygones was merely a pretext.
The true purpose was to make him accept this decree.
Otherwise, even if he handed over the Spirit Medicine obtained through his