Jie Wenzhan's gaze darkened slightly as he withdrew his eyes.
Yang Shirui looked at Jie Wenzhan, who stood upright in the center of the hall, seeing the determination in his eyes. Her eyes brightened, and her mindset began to slowly change.
The hall was silent, with the various Elders showing different expressions, but not speaking.
This decision by Jie Wenzhan had, in fact, invisibly offended the Elders present who wanted to take him as a disciple. They deeply felt that although he was exceptionally talented, he was too arrogant, disregarding others. Since Jie Wenzhan did not regard them highly, how could they, in turn, shamelessly accept him as a disciple?
"If you have decided, then let it be so." The Sect Leader felt complicated inside. The Canglang Sect had produced two geniuses, both worrisome.
One was as cold as ice, indifferent to everything. The other was unruly, defiant.
Whether it was a blessing or calamity for the Canglang Sect was unknown.
