Seeing Zhao Zhijing fall silent, Elder Xu leisurely added a few more words:
"Even if it's officially announced, there might still be some changes. If it's not announced, who knows if there will be some variables?"
"Once he holds the promotion ceremony, I will naturally treat him with the respect due to a Saint Heir and give him all the elixirs he deserves."
"You..." Zhao Zhijing couldn't find the words. He was full of anger but had no outlet for it.
He could only say sullenly, "Since you say so, make sure not to forget to replenish my elixirs when the time comes."
"Take care now."
Elder Xu turned back to continue refining his elixirs.
Zhao Zhijing's face was as dark as a summer sky about to unleash a thunderstorm. He snorted coldly and, as he turned to leave, cast a warning and venomous glance at Chu Yi.
After Zhao Zhijing left, Chu Yi shrugged and displayed a proud smile.
