"Why don't you think it over a little more, Yanbai?" Zhi Lian sighed lightly. Jie Yanbai wasn't that highly valued at the school; if it weren't for having good relations with Mi Xiaqing, his situation in the Central Repository of the Classics would probably have been still worse. That could be seen from the Rouged Finger legacy he'd studied, which wasn't more than a perfectly ordinary legacy.
But, in fact, Madam Zhi Lian had always been rather critical toward the so-called direct line of legacies who studied directly under the master. It was just that it hadn't been such an issue previously when Qiao Yuan and the rest had been there. Now, following the deaths of Qiao Yuan and Mi Xiaqing, and with an aging and frustrated master, the Central Repository of the Classics had been suddenly plunged into a situation approaching a crisis.
