The Great Elder's eyes widened as he looked at Ling Zhiyu, "Don't want to join the Immortal Medical Alliance, so why are they entering the trial track under our name?"
"Just playing?"
Ling Zhiyu: "Indeed, maybe they're just playing around."
In Ling Zhiyu's view, achieving such high points makes joining the Immortal Medical Alliance unnecessary.
After all, they wouldn't learn much even if they joined.
The Great Elder listened to Ling Zhiyu's words, his eyes widening even more, and his voice raised a few degrees, "Going through so much trouble to get so many points, just for fun—would you believe that?"
Seeing the two about to argue again, peacemaker Yang Li spoke up, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down. Right now, it's just speculation. Let's not damage our harmony."
The Great Elder hummed, "Can there still be harmony between her and me?" After speaking, he swept his sleeves and turned away from Ling Zhiyu.
