"Rise."
Gu Chenfeng smiled faintly, signaling everyone to stand up.
"Thank you, Ancestral Patriarch!" The crowd at Medicine God Hall shouted respectfully and excitedly.
The resounding voices echoed throughout the Ancient Celestial Mountain, continuously reverberating through the ranges.
Yao Xuan glanced at the two disciples who dared not rise and were trembling all over, his old brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of killing intent flashed through his deep old eyes.
Although Yao Xuan didn't know what had happened, he also guessed that the two disciples had offended Gu Chenfeng.
The terrifying spiritual pressure enveloped the two disciples, Yao Xuan asked in a deep voice, "Did you offend the Ancestral Patriarch?"
"Vice Hall Master, spare us! We didn't know he was the Ancestral Patriarch!" The two disciples were so frightened that they kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Qinghe, what exactly happened?" Yao Xingchen asked aloud.
Yao Qinghe then recounted the events.
