Qi Wan'Er held Xia Feng's wrist and whispered, "My father is a bit too soft-hearted, so the new generation with some talent and ability is unwilling to remain under others for long, and most have gone out to find another path."
Speaking nicely, it's finding another path; speaking bluntly, it's betraying the Celestial Sound Orthodoxy that nurtured them and seeking refuge with other sects.
Xia Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his impression of these sects worsened a bit.
Breeding such a bunch of faithless creatures, no matter how strong their talent, so what? If they don't know how to behave, they're not as good as those with weaker talent but loyalty.
Thinking of this, Xia Feng's gaze coldly swept across these people around him, then silently withdrew his gaze.
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye, apart from a few lucky fellows who dashed in right at the deadline, the rest of the prodigies all failed at the first stage of the assessment.
