Ling Zhiyu: "Great Elder, when you studied medicine, didn't you practice on little white mice and little bunnies?"
The Great Elder immediately retorted, "How is that the same?"
Ling Zhiyu glanced sideways and said coldly, "The Great Elder practiced on mice and bunnies, and he is in the Trial Realm for trials; isn't that the same nature?"
"I practiced medicine diligently to heal the sick and save people, while he hurts living beings to earn points. Such a heartless person doesn't deserve to be..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Seeing the two about to start arguing again, Ling Yilin quickly interrupted their conversation, "I say, Great Elder, little junior sister, you two shouldn't worry recklessly here."
"You two are discussing whether he'll join Medicine Sect or Poison Sect. For all you know, he might not even intend to join the Immortal Medical Alliance."
