Hearing this, Zhang Shili coldly sneered, "Have you ever considered that saving yourself is also a great thing?"
"Oh? Do you plan to kill me in front of the Sect Master?" Ning Fan was no longer interested in maintaining the facade, "If you have the guts, kill me. Then when the people you brought can't produce the elixir, you'll see whose head the Sect Master's wrath pours down on."
"You!"
Zhang Shili's eyes bulged, power surged through his body, and he was about to make a move to suppress Ning Fan.
"Creak..."
Just then, the door of the courtyard's small cabin opened from the inside, and two figures walked out side by side.
The person in the front was wearing a cyan-gray long gown, his face full of worry.
Behind him was an elder who exuded the scent of medicine.
"The one in front is our Sect Master Wei Tianyuan, and the one behind is Master Yun He," Xiong Lin explained to Ning Fan, and then stepped forward to greet them, "Sect Master, Master Yun He, how is the situation now?"
