Zu Qianqiu and the old man remained impassive, their expressions suggesting they had heard nothing.
Did they know each other, the various Sect Leaders?
Of course, they knew each other. They had just had a drink together in Qingyang, calling each other brothers.
But...
Hundred Medicine Sect didn't know what trickery was at play, having caught the attention of this troublesome character.
So-called brotherhood is thicker than blood, but when a brother is in trouble, I pretend to be deaf.
Sect Leader, you can handle this yourself. We ancestors of the Yellow River are not capable of mediating this.
When the elders of Hundred Medicine Sect heard Zhao Rong's words, their complexions paled a bit.
They were masters of assassination and rarely faced direct threats in their lives, feeling extremely aggrieved within and couldn't help but tightly grip the swords in their sleeves, wanting to strike out in desperation.
But each time this thought flashed by, terror seized their hearts.
