"Can you say anything other than the words 'treason,''heresy' and 'rebellion against the Dao of alchemy?'" Meng Hao sat there cross-legged, as calm as a spring breeze. His expression hadn't changed; he still had a smile on his face. But his words were incredibly sharp. The surrounding apprentice alchemists watched on, their faces shining with admiration.
Zhou burned with wrath, and his mind was reeling. His words began to grow more venomous. "You ignorant youth!" he said. "You don't even know what it means to concoct pills. I suggest you get the hell out of the Sect and go back to suck your mother's teat! Wait until…."
