Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect.
Dusk fell.
At the base of the mountain.
Chu Yuan stood there, hands clasped behind his back, quietly watching as Tu Xuexi and Tu Yelin were led up the mountain by Li Ergang in their confusion.
A smile crept onto his face while he observed them.
These two disciples were bound to be failures.
It would be futile no matter who came to their aid.
Now, two small realm increments were within reach.
However, there was a slight pity.
Disciples like Tu Xuexi and Tu Yelin were too rare.
He had previously browsed around, and even people or ghosts had a sliver of potential to succeed, but according to the System's assessment, disciples like Tu Xuexi and Tu Yelin had no chance of success whatsoever.
If only there were more disciples like these two Fox Demons, it would be splendid.
Someone named Chu wasn't greedy.
Just another twenty or so for the gesture would suffice.
What a shame.
Such disciples were far too scarce.
