These men really wanted Kingsley to mentor them. They knew Kingsley had mastered the long-lost Gorgion’s technique. The technique could save someone who was an inch away from death and even change their fate. They might not be smart enough to master that, but if Kingsley was willing to be their mentor, he might just save them when they needed it most. Most of these juggernauts were at least sixty years old. They would love to live longer if they could. Mr. Ledger’s legs were failing him, but if Kingsley would help him out, he might just regain most of his mobility. Everyone else had the same idea too. They would do anything just for Kingsley to grant them their request.

Kingsley looked at the men and massaged his forehead. “Why am I not surprised?” he muttered under his breath.

Tristan and Seth were stupefied, and so was everyone else. This was beyond their comprehension. Why did they kneel all of a sudden? And it’s all of them too! These guys are supposed to be the pillars of Cleapolis’ ancient healing industry. What are they doing?

“Mr. Duncan, Mr. Ragland…” Tristan’s voice was trembling. “W-Why are you doing this?”

mouth shut, Professor Zinkleigh! One more insult

them all. “You wanna insult Dr. Nicholson? Over my dead

for words. “I-I didn’t insult

then. Right in the face if you want!” He held Seth by the collar and closed in.

looked to Tristan for help, but to his horror, Tristan was not looking too good either. Blake was not just the president of Cleapolis Acupuncture Society, but he was also the pride and joy of Old Master Todd. Tristan’s career would be destroyed if Old Master Todd came at him for letting Seth punch Blake. Qustia’s

looking at Tristan. “And you! Still going to look

threaten Kingsley. If he backed off now, he could never

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