Xiao Han easily discerned his thoughts and couldn't help shaking his head.
Such thoughts were very improper and would hardly lead to anything great.
Lacking even a bit of responsibility, how could such a person possibly accomplish anything significant? And at this time, he attempted to use even more wrongful acts to cover up his own mistakes.
"Enough."
A middle-aged man scolded with a slightly red face, looking ashamed as he spoke to Xiao Han, "I failed in my teaching, and my son speaks nonsense; please forgive us."
This man was, in fact, quite friendly towards Xiao Han; he also felt that what Xiao Han said was right.
In truth, not everyone in the Undying Hall desired to live a hermit's life; they wanted to work hard for the rise of traditional medicine and to make a name for themselves.