The short and stout elder sensed something wrong with the atmosphere; the Sect Master and the other six elders all wore grim expressions. This immediately gave him a sense of foreboding. His rotund body burst forth with incredible speed as he flashed into the main hall, increasing the distance between himself and Lin Chuan.
"What's going on here?" the short and stout elder asked, his eyes filled with uncertainty and confusion.
"The young lad you brought back is clearly at the Refining God stage, far surpassing your own cultivation level. How did he become merely at the third level of Core Formation from your lips?" It was the Seventh Elder speaking: "Wei Fatty, have you turned senile after being the First Elder for a few years? If you don't want the position anymore, just give it to me, and I'll take over."
"Get lost! I'm older than all of you, and you better not think of snatching the First Elder's position from me."
