Zhu Tianyuan looked at the medicinal pills and said with a smile, "Don't forget that I'm the Master of the Ancient Saint Cult. You shouldn't use these kinds of tricks in front of me."
"Brother Zhu, the pills aren't poisonous. When you were away from the Ancient Saint Cult, I sent some of our men to the Core Yang Sect and bought these pills at a high price." To prove his words, Jie Kai instantly swallowed one of the pills. Then, he stared at Zhu Tianyuan with a peculiar smile on his face as he asked, "Are you really going to refuse it?"
Zhu Tianyuan no longer paid any attention to Jie Kai. Instead, he looked at Hua Wudao who was standing before the other Eight-leaf cultivators. "Elder Hua."
"What is it?"
"Drive this man out of Golden Court Mountain now."
The Eight-leaf cultivators present, Nan Gongwei, Feng Yizhi, Chu Nan, Huang Shijie, Ye Tianxin, and Zhang Zhishui, looked at Zhu Tianyuan, confused by his request.
