"Spare him? Then what about our deceased disciples?" questioned the elders of the various Sects.
At this moment, Lin Yifan defiantly retorted, "They brought it upon themselves, they cannot live."
"What did you say? Do you have the guts to say it again?"
The elders of the various Sects were fuming with rage, they had already said this no less than three times and were truly at the brink of their patience. If Lin Yifan challenged their limits again, they might really ignore everything.
"Say it again, so what? It was..."
Lin Yifan was about to speak when the Medicine Saint interrupted him.
"Alright! Stop arguing, my dear old friends, what must be done to spare my beloved disciple?"
Until absolutely necessary, the Medicine Saint didn't want to fall out with the entire Central Plains Cultivation World; so if things could be salvaged, he would try his best to do so.
