The protector's words reminded Wu Yi, who swallowed his raging fury and said coldly, "I will first find that old man Shen Ran, and once I get the Elixir to heal Ruoying, I will settle scores with him. If he doesn't give me an explanation, even if it escalates to the Dean, I will not let him get away with it!"
Inside the Alchemy Hall, Shen Ran had already heard reports about the dispute and, as he listened, he chuckled, "The Martial Hall has suffered a big loss this time. I suppose it won't be long before that old man Wu Yi comes looking for me."
As he was speaking, a voice announced from outside: "Elder Shen, Elder Wu Yi seeks an audience."
Shen Ran paused, surprised. Since when did that old man ever enter formally? He had changed his habits this time.
"Tsk, tsk," shaking his head, Shen Ran, full of vigor, said, "I had just finished speaking, and here comes the old man. Let him in."
As his words fell, Wu Yi, with an iron-gray complexion, strode in from the outside.
