Xue Zhenzong, upon hearing Su Han's tone, turned even redder, disregarding his own grandfather's anger, and directly said, "I indeed am not convinced."
He looked at Su Han and snorted, "My grandfather and the others say you are amazing, but I have never witnessed it with my own eyes. I can suspect that you are using deceitful means to make our grandfathers believe in you!"
When Xue Yang heard this, he became so angry that his face turned pale, and pointing a finger at Xue Zhenzong, his beard even quivered, "What are you talking about? Have you no manners at all!"
Wen Rujun and a few others frowned.
Did Xue Zhenzong's words imply that they, the old folks, were senile?
If one person was deceived by Su Han, then so be it, but many people? Could they all have been mistaken?
At the Capital City symposium, they had clearly seen Su Han's techniques, using Qi to control the needle. This was not something a typical practitioner of Chinese Medicine could do without Qigong.