Gu Clan Meeting, Heading to the Flower Sect (Continued)

The gaunt old man slapped the table, raising his voice several notches. "How could Bodhi Seeds possibly be so easy to find? Besides, even if the clan really obtained a Ninth-Grade Treasure Pill, would it ever be our turn? Why don't you let us take the Bodhi Pill and wait slowly yourself?!"

The other old men refused to be outdone and chimed in one after another. The hall instantly erupted into chaos. These elders, normally respected for their virtue and prestige, were now red-faced and unwilling to yield an inch. Some even rolled up their sleeves, looking ready to throw hands at the slightest disagreement.

"I believe this Bodhi Pill should belong to me!" At that moment, a white-haired old man in black robes jumped out again, his grizzled hair trembling slightly with excitement.

"Go to hell! Old Man Shan, who was it that said he didn't care for some outsider back then? And now you want the Bodhi Pill refined by that very person?"

The moment the black-robed elder finished speaking, someone immediately jumped out to object, his tone thick with mockery.

"Yes, yes, yes! No matter what, this Bodhi Pill shouldn't belong to you!" Several others joined in, their voices rising and falling in succession.

Old Man Shan's face flushed red at those words. He deeply regretted speaking out of turn back then, but he still craned his neck stubbornly and argued, "Those are two different matters! Back then, I was talking about that man's identity. A pill is a pill, and a person is a person!"

"Besides, who can compare to my seniority? I've worked tirelessly and made countless contributions over the years. Whatever I do, I give it my all! Now that there's a Bodhi Pill, am I not even allowed to fight for it?"

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