"Haha... Old Wang, Old Zhang, we've been waiting for you two for quite some time. Now that you're finally here, we've taken a lot of flak on your behalf!"
The ones who greeted them were none other than Gu Tianjiao, the Medicine King hosting this Medicine King Hall competition, and the Holy Hand Huo Chunqiu.
"Hehe, didn't I just find Old Wang? I wanted to bring him over, but seeing that he wasn't in the best of moods, I spent quite some time convincing him in his room before I managed to bring him here." The speaker was Zhang Sanfeng, an old rascal who loved to tease Wang Chongyang.
"Oh, Old Wang, what's wrong with your mood? Could this Medicine King Hall competition have put pressure on you?" Gu Tianjiao chuckled. He held a respectable, eminent position within the four major Chinese Medicine Families and was highly respected. Every year, it was he who invited the other three families to participate in the competition.
