Negative comments spread like wildfire the moment the lightning struck Kent's battered cauldron.
"That's not a blessing—it's a curse!"
"Heavens rejected him! Lightning only falls to destroy what is unstable."
"His cauldron is already cracked. Wait, it will burst!"
"Golden Heir? More like a fool touched by misfortune."
Some disciples chuckled openly, covering their-mouths with mock courtesy. Even those who had been awed at the lightning a moment ago now turned their words sharp, afraid to admit what they did not understand.
On the dais, the Yellow Blossom River Prince leaned back in his seat. His lips parted with a faint sigh, disappointment shadowing his expression. "Tch. I thought the heavens pointed me toward something useful. It seems it was only chaos."
His attendants murmured softly. "The Golden Heir is young, untrained. He cannot handle such forces."
"A pity, Prince. We should not have expected more from a newcomer."
