Trevor couldn't bear hearing the words "senior sister" now, and tears uncontrollably streamed down his face.
Elder Grant was dumbfounded.
He hesitated for a moment. "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Trevor wiped away his tears, pointing at the cushion in front of him. "Go ahead. It's nothing. My eyes must have had a stroke."
Elder Grant didn't know what to say.
He took a seat in front of Trevor, and after seeing that the latter had calmed a bit and had stopped crying, Elder Grant said. "One of our Outer Sect disciples, a female disciple, didn't show any potential when we assessed her bones as a child. But she queued up again yesterday, and her physique feels as if she's practiced Child Kung Fu. Master, I think she might be as good as the Senior Sister. Don't you want to take a look?"
As soon as he finished speaking and looked up, he saw Trevor was in tears again.
Elder Grant was dumbfounded.
