"Elder!"
"Elder Gong!"
"Elder Gong, you are seriously injured now. If you don't treat your injury immediately, I'm afraid it will continue to worsen."
Several Night Patrol Department disciples hurriedly spoke.
Gong Chi's face hardened, gazing coldly at Mu Canglong and others who tried to stop him, "Do you not know what's more important? Compared to the peak master's death, what are my injuries worth? Quickly come in with me!"
Gong Chi's words were filled with anger.
Had it not been for Wen Jiu knowing Gong Chi's true nature, he would have definitely taken Gong Chi as a model and exemplary figure of Feixian Peak.
Such indeed is the case.
Gong Chi's words earned much respect from Feixian Peak's disciples.
Some even began to plead with the Inspection Hall's people, requesting them to let Elder Gong heal first.
But the gazes of the three inspectors remained cold, glaring at the pleading disciple, frightening him into retreat.
