Chu Xuanji's gaze lingered on Wang Yue for a moment, then swept over Ji Wuling beside him, whose expression was taut. His tone remained gentle. "When the sect accepts personal disciples, it has always selected only those with the most outstanding aptitude among the disciples who have entered the sect.
"This time, the twelve spots for personal disciples have already been decided. Every one of them possesses an innate unusual force and deep potential in the martial path. This is a rule handed down through the generations."
Before he could finish, an elder in a gray robe on the right suddenly rose to his feet, his gaze stabbing straight at Wang Yue.
His tone carried undisguised hostility. "You are merely an examiner who has just entered the sect. You have not even condensed a force network—what right do you have to covet the position of a true disciple? Stop making unreasonable trouble and becoming a laughingstock!"
Wang Yue's expression turned cold, and he sighed inwardly. It seemed his master's position within the sect was even more difficult than he had imagined. There was not even a single elder willing to speak for him. These people were clearly using him as an excuse to disgust Ji Wuling.
"Say that again?"
A strand of fierce force instantly rose around Ji Wuling. The air itself seemed frozen, while blue-black force patterns faintly circulated at his cuffs.
The elders on the high platform changed expression abruptly. Even Zhu Chaoying unconsciously clenched his fists. Ji Wuling's number of force strands had long surpassed a hundred. If he truly lost his temper, there were few present who could stop him.
"Wuling, calm yourself."
Chu Xuanji raised a hand and pressed it lightly downward. His tone remained placid, yet it carried unquestionable authority.
Seeing this, the gray-robed