The Medicine Immortal Old Man spoke in a serious tone, gesturing towards Good Official Wei.
Wei was knocked aside by the gust from the Medicine Immortal Old Man's hand once more. Seeing his determined expression, Wei could only sensibly keep quiet.
Gu Changsheng watched this, the corner of her mouth twitching as she looked at the Medicine Immortal Old Man in front of her with uncertainty…
"Disciple…" The Medicine Immortal Old Man suddenly changed his expression as if switching faces, turning to look at Gu Changsheng with a pitiful expression.
"Stop right there! Didn't you say you wouldn't recognize me as your disciple until I win the Nirvana Martial Contest?" Gu Changsheng replied, immediately raising a hand, instinctively sensing that the Medicine Immortal Old Man was up to no good, like a yellow weasel greeting a chicken for New Year's.
"What difference does it make? Are you afraid you won't win?" The Medicine Immortal Old Man blinked and said.
