"Following Emperor Ye's decree." Qin Yanbing respectfully complied and took Fang Li away.
Meanwhile, the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion who had already left the venue felt a sense of dissatisfaction.
They couldn't fathom why their meticulously crafted elixirs and earnest competition in the tournament ended up being mere foils to a menial disciple.
And worse, a waste who had served as a menial disciple for three years!
Such an individual made not just the true disciples uncomfortable, but even the ordinary disciples couldn't bear it.
It felt as if they had swallowed a fly.
The most affected was naturally the Saint Heir Ji Changtian.
Recognized as the premier figure among the young generation of the Medicine Pavilion, even many Medicine Emperor-level true disciples gave way to him, yet now he was reduced to a foil for a waste.
This incited outrage among Ji Changtian's followers, and they hurled curses as they left.
"What a joke! An enormous joke!"
