Shen Ping's old self didn't talk nonsense. Because he had been in society for so many years, he had long understood that it was useless to refute such a thing. The uncle hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "No, the clan only chose ten. Your luck isn't too good."
Shen Ping said, "Am I unlucky or do I have no status in the clan? My parents have long died. There might be an immortal encounter in the Cloud Mountain Swamp. If I achieve great achievements there, will the clan regret today's decision in the future?"
