The others wore varied expressions, but inwardly, they were all complaining. 'One in a hundred million? What a joke! Is he treating peerless prodigies as if they're worthless? If this person were truly a genius, wouldn't he have joined the sect through the proper channels? Why resort to such a contemptible method, using connections to get in?'
However, those present were all old foxes, each one cunning with age. Seeing that the Chief Grand Elder—who almost never spoke on a normal day—had finally broken his silence, they all had to show him respect on the surface, regardless of their own feelings.
Yuwen Ji surveyed the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the disciples, and spoke calmly, "Though I usually don't concern myself with sect politics, lost as I am among my various medicinal herbs, that does not mean I am clueless. In truth, I understand what you are all thinking in your hearts."
