With none of those old fellows here to hold the fort, what did he have to fear?
They were merely a bunch of children who had yet to grow their first whiskers. Did they really think gathering here could shake anything?
With that thought in mind, the Medicine Gate Master had nothing to fear.
Yet it was precisely his attitude that finally ignited the anger some of them had long suppressed.
The disciples behind Qin Ming, in particular, reacted with exceptional vehemence.
"What do you mean, dubious claims? What do you mean, speculation? Do you really think we have no evidence at all?"
Had this incident not erupted, Liu Zhiyan would still have been in seclusion. Come to think of it, he had not appeared before the world for many years.
As soon as he finished speaking, he flung out several pill bottles.
The porcelain bottles were remarkably sturdy. Even thrown down like that by Liu Zhiyan, they did not suffer so much as a chip.
The medicine bottles rolled to the Medicine Gate Master's feet. He glanced down indifferently and motioned for the junior disciple beside him to pick them up. The junior disciple did so and handed them straight to him.
Then he looked at the porcelain bottles and smiled.
"What is the meaning of this, young friend? Why throw the bottles our Medicine Gate uses to hold pills onto the ground?"
Liu Zhiyan sneered. "So you admit it."
The Medicine Gate Master nodded. "Indeed, these bottles are exclusive to our Medicine Gate. But what does that prove?"
"These were left behind when the devil race withdrew from our Mountain Gate. And it wasn't just our Jade Sword Sect. The Heavenly Secret Sect and the Flowing Radiance Sword Sect both found these little bottles outside their Mountain Gates."