"What are these three old men doing?"
Everyone in the venue was a little puzzled.
These three were all elders of a clan, and could also be considered to be people with status and reputation. Why would they fight over a mere batch of trash pills today, completely disregarding their image?
"That's the Vermilion Bird pill! It's the same as the last time!"
"What's there to fight for such a lousy pill? are these three old men crazy? they're actually fighting for such a lousy pill!"
They all sneered, feeling that it was ridiculous.
Three Saint level cultivators were fighting like hoodlums for this dan. What a joke. If word got out, the world would laugh their heads off.
Deacon Ma's brows were tightly knitted together. He could not figure out what was going on.
