With this thought, he turned to leave.
He leaped from the window, and just as he was about to soar into the air, the sound of something slicing through the wind reached him.
It was Elder Nong.
He hadn't come of his own free will—he had been struck and sent flying.
He cut a sorry figure, half-kneeling on the ground with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Fang Shuwen had already seized the opportunity to leap onto the roof, just in time to see five figures land behind Elder Nong.
They were the very same men who had been trying to kill each other moments before.
Both Wang Baisheng and Feng Qiuzi had blood at the corners of their mouths, while a cold sneer played on Cen the Ninth's lips.
Of the remaining two, one wore a smile, the other a look of deep emotion.
One of them spoke up:
"The heirs of Divine Pill Valley... always the same old tricks.
"You thought a single Elixir Recipe of dubious authenticity would be enough to make us fight to the death.
