"No need to thank me. I was only acting on the sect master's orders."
Elder Qin cast Chen Changming a sidelong glance. His clouded old eyes held undisguised coldness and disdain, and the corner of his mouth curled as he gave a sneer.
He did not spare them another look. He simply turned around, sat cross-legged on a stone meditation cushion, closed his eyes, and began cultivating, leaving the two of them standing there as though they did not exist.
In his eyes, Chen Changming was merely a junior at the fourth level of the Void Refinement Realm. Even if he had stumbled into some dogshit luck and somehow gained the title of honorary elder, he was still nothing but a silver wax spear—bright and polished on the outside, hollow within.
The position of a Medicine Sect elder was so exalted. How could a mere Void Refinement Realm cultivator possibly deserve it?
The sect master's decision truly left him unable to make heads or tails of it.
"Elder Qian, let's go."
Seeing Elder Qin's icy, aloof demeanor, Chen Changming was not angered. His expression remained as calm as still water as he turned to Qian Jiuting.
Naturally, he understood why Elder Qin was treating him so coldly—it was nothing more than the old-fashioned mindset of judging superiority by cultivation and ranking honor and status by realm.
But to him, Elder Qin was merely an insignificant pawn, not worth getting upset over.
He was only an honorary elder of the Medicine Sect. In the future, he would not be involved in the sect's daily duties or core affairs, so there was no need to stew in anger over someone like this and spoil his mood for nothing.
Qian Jiuting nodded, then turned toward Elder Qin and cupped his hands in salute.