"Hmph! Since even my eldest brother agrees, let each man answer for his own life or death!" Zhou Dechen raised his hand again and pointed at Mu Bai, shouting, "As the Pill Hall Deputy Hall Master, do you dare accept an alchemy challenge from an elite disciple?"
"You're a Sect Heir of a great sect. Do you never use your brain before speaking?" Mu Bai snorted with laughter and kicked Han Zongtang's corpse over onto the ground. "I've already won my match in the tournament. Why should I accept a challenge you've ordered?"
"How arrogant, Elder Mu! You dare speak to me like that?"
"Oh, Fifth Sect Heir, I do speak rather bluntly. Please don't take offense." Mu Bai stood straight, without the slightest hint of flattery. "But I am, after all, a duly appointed elder, whereas you won't necessarily succeed as Sect Master. What gives you the right to throw your weight around?"
Such arrogance! Among all the Sect Heirs, Zhou Dechen might not have been the strongest fighter, but he was Zhou Qichang's favorite. To question and mock his succession to the position of Sect Master in public was truly to stroke a tiger's whiskers.
Zhou Detai and Zhou Deqi, however, admired Mu Bai all the more. He truly was a rare talent, and their desire to recruit him grew stronger.
"Fine! You've got nerve!" Zhou Dechen ground his teeth, but there was nothing he could do. He felt as sick as if he had swallowed a dead fly and would never let the matter rest so easily. "But the sect's rules say you must win your match to remain an elder. You killed someone. You didn't win!"
At Zhou Dechen's words, the entire True Seeing Hall fell into a deathly, awkward silence. What sort of twisted reasoning