After an awkward silence stretched on for some time, a Medicine Gate disciple finally could not bear it any longer and stepped forward to say those words.
The three of them saw no point in making things difficult for a disciple, so none said anything more, and the main hall fell silent once again.
Time flowed on, neither quickly nor slowly. At some point, the disciple who had spoken earlier slipped out.
Just as Yun Chao could barely maintain that calm expression, the Medicine Gate Master appeared.
His black hair had turned silver at some point, and indifference was no longer the only expression on his face. Though he held the same whisk in his hand, somehow, the impression he gave them had changed.
Despite his best efforts to conceal it, gloom and baleful qi still seeped out from deep within his bones.
Aside from the low-ranking Medicine Gate disciple standing nearby, everyone present had long since outgrown the ranks of low-level disciples. The instant the Medicine Gate Master appeared, their sixth sense sounded an alarm.
"My young friends, it has been a long time. I trust you have been well."
It was an utterly ordinary greeting, yet he managed to lace it with mockery.
Qin Ming's expression abruptly turned cold.
They had not come with friendly intentions, and the other party clearly had no intention of discussing things properly with them either.
"Been well? Hah. Sect Master, let's dispense with these empty pleasantries."
The Medicine Gate Master leisurely took the seat of honor. With a slight lift of his whisk, the teacup on the table flew into his hand. Rubbing the cup between his fingers, he drawled, "Tsk. Our sects are allies, after all. Surely it is inappropriate for you to speak to me like this."
At that, the