After Liang Dang finished speaking, he didn't even glance at Qi He, feeling utterly disappointed.
People like Wan Long by his side were secretly laughing. To be honest, they had never believed Qi He's words in the first place.
They thought he hadn't managed to recruit any real talent and was just making excuses to save face.
Unexpectedly, this guy was quite good at making excuses—the Shennong Peak had actually experienced a storm of thunderclouds, rare in a century.
They had wanted to expose his lies and mock him, but now they found themselves at a loss for words.
"Hehe, Elder Qi, my condolences. It's hard to imagine that after finally recruiting such an exceptional genius, whom could have shone brightly, heaven grew jealous. What a pity!" Wan Long chuckled lightly, his sarcasm obvious.
The other Elders also smiled ambiguously, believing it was a well-acted drama by the old man and his foolhardy disciples.
