"Brother Zhao, thank you!"
Only after seeing the Second Elder carried away did Tang Xiao cup his fists toward Zhao Su and speak.
"No need to thank me. I did it all for Yuehua." Zhao Su looked Tang Xiao up and down, then turned his gaze toward the Second Elder and the other elders, a smile touching his face. "I see you and the elders have hidden injuries too, big brother. Would you like a few hammer blows?"
"No, no! We're all getting on in years. We're fine as we are!"
The Fifth Elder, who was tall but far from sturdy and looked rather like a bamboo pole, glanced at Tang Xiao and continued, "The sect master is still young, with plenty of room to improve. I say we give him a few hammer blows!"
"Fifth!"
The Second Elder laughed at first, but quickly recovered his stern demeanor and glared at the Fifth Elder.
Although Tang Xiao belonged to their nephews' generation, he was still their sect master.
"I was only joking. Don't take it seriously, Second Elder. That isn't the only way to remove hidden injuries!"
Zhao Su took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to the Second Elder. The pills inside had been refined from the immortal herb Soul-Gathering Grass. Taken as an aid during cultivation, they could resolve hidden injuries within the body.
Had the Seventh Elder been there to hear Zhao Su's words, he probably would have gone mad with anger.
Still, being hammered directly had its advantages: it got everything done in one go!
"Thank you..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just as the Second Elder accepted the pills and cupped his fists to thank Zhao Su.
Before he could finish speaking, several thunderous crashes rang out nearby.
"Sect Master, elders! Four Titled Douluos have