It wasn't... why did this child's brain look exactly like this pill?
"Sect Master, demonic cultivators from the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect have come to visit..."
Fang Mo had only just returned to the sect with the three little ones when Wu Er's voice suddenly rang out by his ear. "They said they want to reconcile with you."
"Reconcile?"
Fang Mo nearly laughed after hearing that. "At a time like this, are these idiots joking?"
"So Sect Master, what do you mean...?"
Wu Er hesitated.
"How many demonic cultivators did the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect send?" Fang Mo thought for a moment and decided it would be better to ask. "Are there any elders, sect masters, or the like among them?"
"Uh, no."
Wu Er's voice was somewhat awkward as well. "It seems they only sent an outer disciple..."
"Damn."
Fang Mo was so angry he laughed. Then he waved a hand. "Forget it. I can't be bothered with them. Just kill that guy..."
"Huh?"
Wu Er seemed rather stunned. "Sect Master, wouldn't that be somewhat inappropriate?"
"There's nothing inappropriate about it."
Fang Mo said casually, "Those idiots were the ones who looked down on me first. Besides, he's only an outer disciple. Killing him is killing him. Consider it a way of making our stance clear..."
"Th-then, all right."
Wu Er's voice seemed conflicted, but he still acknowledged the order.
"Were you using long-distance voice transmission?"
Just as Fang Mo's conversation with Wu Er ended, Mint looked up at him. "Did something happen?"
"Oh, nothing much."
Fang Mo waved it off. "The gatekeeper was reporting to me. He said the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect sent an outer disciple over to discuss some kind of reconciliation... I already told Wu Er to kill him."