Wujie didn't believe a word of what Song Qingxing said.
He too had started from humble beginnings, clawing his way up step by step. He knew all too well how difficult it was for a small family like the Song Clan to produce a genius, let alone one who could reach Song Qingxing's level.
But now, Qingxing was claiming the clan had someone even more outstanding than him—someone who made him completely ineligible to compete.
Wujie scoffed at the idea. 'Impossible. Does he think geniuses are as common as cabbages, popping up in droves?'
He simply took it as an excuse Song Qingxing was using to brush him off and paid it no mind. Still, he didn't press the matter further.
'Once I've trained you to be the strongest in the clan, I doubt you'll be able to refuse then!' Wujie thought to himself. He knew exactly how these small clans operated. It was simple: the one with the biggest fist became the Clan Leader.
