Zhao Layue glanced at him without speaking, appearing utterly indifferent to everyone watching.
"Exactly!"
The Kunlun elder said angrily, "That day in Chaonan City, the Three Capitals Sect disciples bid for medicine out of anxiety over a fellow disciple's injuries. It was merely a dispute over such a small matter. Why did anyone have to die?"
At these words, many people looked at Zhao Layue with greater wariness. Even if she was the master of one of the Green Mountain Sect's Nine Peaks, how could she strike so ruthlessly? Recalling how she had killed Zhu Jie without a word earlier, they felt all the more that this rumored young genius had a truly terrifying disposition.
"Merely a small matter?" Lin Yingliang stepped forward and sneered at the Kunlun elder. "That day, two eminent monks from the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple wanted to use that medicine to treat the people of Chaonan City whose souls had been seized by a Ghost-Eyed Ling. The fellow cultivators and wealthy merchants in the Precious Tree Residence all withdrew their bids, willing to support this good deed. But because their young master had suffered a little flower poisoning and felt somewhat itchy, the Three Capitals Sect disciples obstructed them, relying on Kunlun's immense wealth to keep raising the price. How could Martial Aunt Zhao bear to watch such conduct? She won the borneol with a Mysterious Herb Pill and afterward intended to give it to the two eminent monks, only for the Three Capitals Sect disciples to block her path and try to seize the medicine. They did not know who my martial aunt was and even wanted to kill her. Of course people like that deserved to die!"
Some days earlier, at the Immortal Residence in Haizhou, he and his senior brother Yao Songshan had