Upon hearing this, Murong Yixuan's face was cold as frost. His lips were pursed tightly and he didn't speak. He just looked at the elegantly clothed man who was having an attack from his illness and said: "Since you won't listen to my advice, then when your Second Master returns, you can take him home!" As soon as he had spoken, he turned his back and left, without paying any more attention to the person who was being held down.
Shortly after he left, a middle-aged man came hurriedly, following the cultivator who was leading the way. His expression was ghastly and he exclaimed: "Why didn't you tell me that he has finished his medicine? Didn't I tell you to look after him? How could you let such a thing happen?"
