Chapter 1020: hope

Several elders all looked at each other, and they all saw the bitterness and despair in each other's eyes.

"'Cangyu, isn't Qin Ming studying the medicine for the treatment of the suzerain, how is the situation now?"

An elder suddenly remembered that three years ago, the speed of alchemy was very fast, and the young man with extremely strong alchemy Dao suddenly raised a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"No reply!" Cang Yu shook his head.

He hadn't visited Qin Ming for a year, and had lost confidence in him. He was just a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He lost hope for Qin Ming, not because he was not optimistic about Qin Ming's pill strength, but because he knew the difficulty of studying divine pill.

If a divine pill can be researched in a few years, then the entire continent will have accumulated like a mountain.

What's more, the magical pill he needed was the detoxification pill. This kind of specialized pill made the research more difficult.

On this continent, there was only one pill god. I heard that the magic pill he researched was caused by a mistake. When refining other pill, he accidentally made a magic pill.

Although the divine alchemy master had memorized the pill, no matter how he refined it, he couldn't repeat the divine pill.

That magic pill became a swan song.

As for the divine alchemy master, it is unclear whether he has ever studied divine alchemy.

All the elders knew that they couldn't expect Qin Ming, and they all knew how difficult it was to work out a magic pill.

"We have been hiding things from our disciples for a long time. They have begun to doubt and are clamoring to see the Sect Master. What should we do?"

An elderly elder with gray hair said bitterly.

After the lord came back, he was in a coma, and the whole sect knew about this.

They didn't worry too much, after all, there was Emperor Dan in the Zongmen, and they might also ask Dan Emperor outside for help.

But now that a few years have passed, the suzerain still hasn't shown up, and the disciples have gone from being just a little panicked to becoming six gods, and starting to speculate.

If this continues, disciples will force in.

"Speak the truth!" After thinking about it, Cangyu said helplessly.

The white-haired elder stunned slightly: "Actually, there may be a big mess!"

"Hey..." Cang Yu sighed, "I always have to say it. If I wait until the suzerain's death, I guess the disciples will not be able to stand it."

"At that time something bigger may happen."

"It's better to tell them the truth now so that they can be psychologically prepared!"

"Is it this far?" The elder Baimei was beating beautifully, his crutches in his hand trembled and his body shook.

The elder next to him held his white eyebrows back: "Sect Master has suffered such a disaster, and the Martial God Sect of Nuo Da still needs us to persevere. You can't fall down!"

"Ah..." Baimei closed his eyes, tears streaming from his dim old eyes.

"Let's go! Let's go out... go out to the Sect Master... prepare for the funeral!"

"If you want the Sect Master to go away gracefully, you must not shame me."

Cangyu turned his head to prevent everyone from seeing his expression.

After speaking, he walked outside step by step, and when he was about to leave the underground palace completely, he couldn't help but glanced back at the master's room. In an instant, tears flowed.

"Let's go!" Elder Baimei rode his cane and walked out of the door.

"I want to see the Sect Master, you can go up first!" The white-haired elder walked towards the Sect Master's room, followed by two elders behind him.

Baimei nodded, no longer speaking.