Pei Ye didn't know what to say; he never expected the jovial man of the previous moments to have suffered such a setback. No hint of it was observable on his face.
The path of cultivation was abruptly severed.
He had only just reached the Crane Ranking and he was full of ambition to climb, last night he still dreamt of becoming a Sword Master... One in four will be chosen. It seems his position as the first direct disciple can't be held onto either.
Pei Ye looked at Xing Zhi: "So, what's to be done?"
Xing Zhi shook his head: "Don't know, can only go back and see."
Pei Ye was silent, remaining so until they reached the forecourt where they were about to part ways.
"Don't worry too much, the senior uncle cares about him a lot," Xing Zhi said, "although he's always been proud and accustomed to being the eldest brother. You saw how, just then, he offered to send disciples to Yunlang Mountain for cultivation."
