"A mere thirty-eight inches. Martial Artists like you are a dime a dozen in the sect. If you keep making a racket, you can get the hell down the mountain!" The examiner's voice was cold, his expression hostile as he stared at Chu Sheng.
It was because of this guy that he'd nearly cost the sect a rare talent.
The young man had been patient, refusing to stoop to his level, yet this guy was still shamelessly hounding him. The examiner desperately wanted to slap him and reveal Lin Hao's true score.
Chu Sheng was dumbfounded. 'It's only been a moment. How could this examiner change his tune so fast? Just now, wasn't he agreeing with me and speaking harshly to Lin Hao?'
'What's going on?'
He had no idea that the middle-aged examiner was, at that very moment, filled with regret over his recent behavior.
He was about to ask again when the examiner's voice, even colder than before, cut him off. "Get lost. Don't make a fool of yourself here!"
