"Ugh!"
Xu Xiaoshou let out a painful groan, as if something had been pulled halfway from his body, only to suddenly return.
After a violent twitch, his face returned to calmness. He opened his eyes again, his gaze as cold as ever, and spoke softly:
"Medicine Ancestor, what does this mean?"
Oh?
Not leaving?
Isn't it the time for some "advice and warning," and then to walk away without further ado?
Aren't you, Name Ancestor, quite capable, mentioning Shen Nong and Divine Farmer Hundred Grass at every turn, completely dismissing Ancestral Gods of equal rank?
So, now upon hearing there's more beyond the Time Realm and Heavenly Realm, are you unable to move your feet?
Isn't it only you, Name Ancestor, who cares about the big picture, while we Ancestral Gods are all petty and short-sighted, indifferent to the right path?
Medicine Ancestor sneered in his heart.
Now it was his turn to stand with pride, turning his back, waiting for Name Ancestor's apology.
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