If word of what happened today reached his master, his master would surely despise him. The mere thought filled him with resentment.
He usually knew when to bend and when to stand tall. Seeing that he could not bluff his way out of this, he stepped forward first and lowered his head. "Senior Brother, I'm sorry. I ran my mouth. I was just so jealous that Fellow Daoist Qi gets to spend every day with you that I spoke too harshly. Please forgive me. I'm begging you, don't tell Master."
By the end, the disciple's eyes had reddened, as though he were terribly upset.
Once the first person apologized, the others stepped forward one after another to offer their apologies.
The shrewder ones apologized not only to Li Ran but also to Qi Song beside him, bowing with their hands clasped in apparent sincerity.
That disciple knew the real reason Li Ran was angry was that they had gossiped about Qi Song behind his back. Appealing to Qi Song was clearly more effective than trying to handle Li Ran.
Sure enough, the moment Qi Song saw someone bow to him, he grew flustered and waved his hands repeatedly. "I don't mind. But you really shouldn't have said those things about my friends. They're still alive."
The Medicine King Valley disciples exchanged glances. Someone even deliberately stole a look at Qi Song's expression. He really did not seem to be faking it. Could this fool truly believe his friends were still alive?
The disciple pressed his lips together, looking as though he wanted to say something, but ultimately shut his mouth beneath Li Ran's glare. Fine, he understood completely now. This was not a question of whether Qi Song wanted to leave. Li Ran simply refused to let him go.
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