Yuan Jingyang's voice was full of vigor, booming like thunder.
Tian Shouyi felt rather guilty. In terms of presence alone, he had already lost a notch, even taking half a step back.
Wang Lin, his cheeks swollen red, was at a complete loss. He hurried over to Tian Shouyi and pleaded in a low voice, "Master, you have to help me. I only said a few wrong things—I never laid a hand on Chen Shan."
Tian Shouyi nodded.
He also felt that this was no great matter.
After all, Chen Shan was perfectly unharmed, and no one had suffered any personal injury or loss of property.
As for dignity...
Tian Shouyi had never even considered it. In his eyes, a cultivation good-for-nothing with a mid-grade Profound-rank spiritual root was utterly insignificant, practically no different from a menial disciple.
"Master Yuan, Wang Lin spoke without thinking and offended Chen Shan with his words. How about I have him apologize?"
Tian Shouyi clasped his fists toward Yuan Jingyang and spoke very politely.
"That will not do."
Yuan Jingyang's expression immediately darkened.
Although Chen Shan was an obscure inner sect disciple, in his eyes, he was a genius of the alchemical path. His pill-refining skill was even stronger than that of Guan Lin, his beloved disciple.
Seeing Yuan Jingyang object, Tian Shouyi's expression changed slightly.
He drew a deep breath and said slowly, "Master Yuan, perhaps you do not know this, but Chen Shan possesses a mid-grade Profound-rank five-element spiritual root. His aptitude was so poor that none of the thirteen peak masters would take him in. In the end, he went to the Ten Thousand Beast Garden to stand watch alongside the menial disciples."
Hearing the warning in Tian Shouyi's words, Yuan Jingyang felt indignant and sneered. "Peak Master Tian, what do