"You brat really doesn't know what's good for you! Did becoming a mentor make your head swell? Do you really think you can stand on equal footing with elders like us? Big Brother invited you because he was doing you a favor, yet you actually refused. Going on and on about the Body of Stars—who do you think you are? Since ancient times, the people who have successfully deciphered the Star Measuring Instrument could be counted on one hand. So many seniors, so many experts—which of them wasn't stronger than you? You haven't even tried it once, yet you dream of obtaining the Body of Stars. The ignorant truly fear nothing. If you try to decipher it alone, you're destined to fail. Joining forces with the four of us would let you bask in our glory. If we succeed, naturally our Big Brother will obtain the Body of Stars. He'll eat the meat, and you should be grateful just to drink the soup!"
The White Tiger Prodigy flew into a rage and unleashed a string of insults, completely tearing away all pretense and showing Fan Lang no respect whatsoever.
Fan Lang frowned as he listened.
Didn't know what was good for him?
What kind of logic was that?
Who said that if the Four Symbols Prodigies invited someone, that person had to agree?
Joining their group meant contributing both labor and effort, only to end up with no chance at all of obtaining the Body of Stars. Fan Lang had no interest in that.
He did not consider it an honor, but rather an utterly unappealing proposal.
His refusal just now had already been quite polite and carried no intent to offend, yet he had still managed to offend them.
To put it bluntly, the Four Symbols Prodigies thought too