"Alas." Elder Bi sighed. He knew the conflict had now grown enormous.
Qiao Huijun's expression shifted unpredictably as he looked at Xu Zimo and Wu Zhaodi.
He wore a white robe, looking every bit the refined gentleman.
A folding fan was embroidered at his cuff, with magnificent mountains and rivers painted upon it.
"Vice Sect Master, should we..." someone beside him asked in a low voice.
"The Inheritance Token is important," Elder Bi reminded him.
"Bring the Second Elder out for treatment first," Qiao Huijun ordered.
The disciples nearby hurriedly dragged the Second Elder's heavily wounded body out from beneath the ruins.
"Where is the token?" Qiao Huijun stepped forward and asked calmly.
"I can let the matter with the Second Elder pass, but the token must be left behind."
"Elder Bi, did you not pass on what I told you?" Xu Zimo did not even look at Qiao Huijun, only turning to Elder Bi as he asked.
"I know you wish to hand it over to Sect Master Qi," Qiao Huijun said.
"But Sect Master Qi is at a critical juncture of his closed-door cultivation. He cannot be disturbed casually now. If something goes wrong, no one can bear the responsibility."
"That is fine. I happen to be staying at Haotian Sect for a while. I can wait," Xu Zimo said.
"And what if Sect Master Qi never emerges from seclusion?" Qiao Huijun asked again.
"By the time I leave, if Qiao Huijun still has not emerged from seclusion, then this Inheritance Token will have nothing to do with your Haotian Sect," Xu Zimo said.
"As for whether he can emerge from seclusion or not, that is your business. I do not care."
"There is really no need for us to stand at daggers drawn," Qiao Huijun suddenly said