Before Yu Ci could make sense of it, someone beside him strode past in a fury, muttering under his breath:
"What is this? What the hell is this?"
Yu Ci vaguely remembered that this man had been among the group seeking treatment ahead of him, likely a fellow sect member of the patient. He appeared to have just returned from asking acquaintances in Evergreen Gate for news. He was in a terrible mood and badly needed an outlet.
Yu Ci glanced at him and casually remarked, "While these people fight and scheme, it's us patients who suffer."
"Exactly."
The man had finally found a vent for his anger. He immediately chimed in, stamping his feet and cursing, "Yan Luo Hall's fine work! They've been going at it with Evergreen Gate lately, fighting over territory and snatching Yin Ore—none of that would matter. But their methods are getting lower and lower. They can even hire assassins and death-sworn killers now! Forget everyone else—Mr. Qingsong has met with disaster. Are all those patients supposed to wait for death every day?"
Yan Luo Hall?
Yu Ci gave a cough. "Fellow Daoist, we've just arrived from elsewhere and aren't familiar with Huayan City. This Yan Luo Hall..."
The man looked Yu Ci and Lu Qing up and down before sneering. "Yan Luo Hall? A pack of barbarians who'll stop at nothing to claw their way upward. Huayan City has gone on like this for thousands of years—where's there a place for them to stick a foot in? They probably saw that Evergreen Gate was the richest in the city, a fat sheep, and that Mr. Qingsong was the only truly capable master in the sect, so they decided to take a bite. Let's see if they don't break their teeth!"
Yu Ci gave an