"If the Second Elder wishes to leave, then let him leave." He did not even turn around, and after saying that, he forcefully flicked his sleeve and then directly lifted his foot and left.
"Ah!"
The Second Elder watched as the figure departed, wanting to open his mouth to keep him there, but utterly unable to do so.
And the Great Elder could only sigh softly, "Old Second, this is all of your own doing; you can't blame the Young Sect Master for leaving."
Who would want to clean up another's mess? Moreover, that person was the Young Sect Master, a figure within the Thousands of Demons Sect who ranked second only to one, and above tens of thousands.
When has he ever been slighted? Only this time, that is.
"I…"
What could the Second Elder even say?
He hated that he couldn't slap himself in the mouth, how did he just now fail to restrain himself and slander that Ninth Grade Alchemist?
