Inviting a Backer

The True Qi injected by Ling Chuxi into his meridians had completely disappeared. No longer feeling the soreness and itching that pierced his bones, Wei Zhixuan's previous aura had returned.

"Sect Master, what should we do now? Do we really need to give our sect's property to them and be the subordinates of the Golden Pill Sect?" A subordinate asked, unconvinced.

"Rubbish! That's the sect that my Wei family spent several generations building, how can we become another sect's subsidiary?" Wei Zhixuan smacked him on the head fiercely. 

"But what about the agreement?" The subordinate asked carefully, clutching his head.

"Agreement? Screw the agreement! There were no people from other sects to witness it anyway, so I can just say that I was forced to sign." Wei Zhixuan had made up his mind to renege on the agreement.