Elder Li and the others all lit up with delight. These elders weren't fools; if they could find someone with exceptional talent to support them, their Baiyun Pavilion could win the rivalry against the White Cloud Mountain Range—and that just might open the gate to Heaven-Burning Valley.
The future looked promising.
By comparison, their personal investments in those like Fan Shou suddenly seemed insignificant.
But when they heard what Xiao Feng said next, the smiles on their faces froze, giving way to a touch of scrutiny in their eyes.
They believed they knew Lu Chang'sheng well enough; if Xiao Feng was touting him as a rare talent, it basically confirmed that Xiao Feng was acting out of self-interest.
Elder Li chuckled, his expression noncommittal.
He didn't outright refute Xiao Feng's claim, choosing instead to handle it with subtle tact—no need to escalate friction between himself, Xiao Feng, and Lu Chang'sheng.
