The Value of a Spiritual Root Bearer

"Senior... Immortal Master Fang!"

Qu Yan's voice was strained. He had caught the chill in Fang Shu's eyes, and cold sweat immediately beaded on his forehead.

The other disciples from the surrounding halls hurriedly spoke up as well:

"Greetings, Senior Brother Fang!" "Greetings, Immortal Master Fang."

Everyone present, regardless of age or seniority in the hall, respectfully offered their greetings. No one dared call Fang Shu "Junior Brother."

Hearing the voices, Qin Min, who lay upon the door panel, also had a change in expression. Her eyes rolled as she stared fixedly in Fang Shu's direction.

Yet because she was lying on the door panel, she could not see Fang Shu at all. She could only sense that someone was indeed standing there.

Fang Shu swept his gaze across the medicine hall. Rather than rebuking anyone or doing anything else, he calmly asked Qu Yan, "Does Master know about this?"

Qu Yan's expression grew even more uneasy.

How could he dare let the Lone Pavilion Master know about something as opportunistic as taking advantage of a crisis? Moreover, he had deliberately chosen a time when the Lone Pavilion Master was away today.

Seeing him hem and haw, Fang Shu immediately understood. He gave the man a half-smiling look and said, "You'd best go tell Master about this yourself."

Upon hearing this, Qu Yan immediately lowered his head.

"Yes, Immortal Master Fang's reprimand is deserved.

I will certainly seek Master out and accept my punishment. I was far too rude today."

As he spoke, Qu Yan felt a faint thread of relief in his heart and hurriedly saluted Fang Shu once more.

Whether Fang Shu simply could not be bothered to handle this matter or had deliberately given him a chance to take the initiative and admit his mistake, it was