"This isn't about making trouble for you. This is about purging our ranks. Now that the Founding Patriarch is here too, what do you have to say for yourself? You murdered our master for the position of Hall Master!" Xu Yan Yun shouted, pointing at Wan Qingteng.
"Purging your ranks?" Wan Qingteng gave a cold laugh. "You lot aren't enough. Founding Patriarch, do you want my life too?"
Old Sun shook his head slightly. "Although you committed a grave wrong, so much time has passed, and the dead cannot return to life. Wan Qingteng, cripple your own cultivation and remain in the Medicine King Hall from now on."
"Cripple my own cultivation?" Wan Qingteng echoed Old Sun's words, but before Old Sun could answer, he burst into laughter. "What a fine suggestion! Have me live in this world as a cripple and suffer their humiliation? Absolutely not! Even if I die, I will not let you dictate my fate. Not even you, the Founding Patriarch! Sun Simiao, from this moment onward, I, Wan Qingteng, have nothing more to do with you. Want me to cripple my own cultivation? Keep dreaming! The Medicine King Hall has fallen into your hands, but I don't care. One day, I will take all of this back. Mu Yi, Xu Yan Yun, Li Cong, enjoy your moment of triumph. You'll regret this."
With that, Wan Qingteng moved, suddenly darting outside.
Mu Yi, Xu Yan Yun, and Li Cong wanted to pursue him, but Old Sun called out, "Enough. Don't chase him. Let him go!"
"Founding Patriarch?" The three looked utterly puzzled.
"Even if the three of you caught up with him, I'm afraid you would be no match for him," Old Sun said, shaking his head.
The three said nothing more. Their strength had naturally