After speaking, Shen Haoran ignored Ji Wuqing, simply staring at her coldly as he waited for her reply.
In contrast to Shen Haoran's breezy composure, Ji Wuqing was in utter turmoil. 'Shen Haoran is right,' she thought. 'If this gets out, forget the Medicine Hall Headquarters—the Alchemists out in the world alone would never forgive me. After all, if I dare to attack a Seventh Grade Alchemist, what wouldn't I do to those of lower grades? The Medicine Hall Headquarters would punish me severely, too. As a Vice Hall Master, I'm supposed to lead by example.'
'But to just hand that Martial Skill over to Shen Haoran? Wouldn't that be the same as acknowledging his status and bowing my head to him? That is absolutely out of the question! Besides, the technique I just used to attack him was a long-lost Spiritual Thought Attack Martial Skill. I paid an enormous price to obtain it; how could I bear to just give it away?'
