Boundless Swordsea, Ancestral Clan Hall.
A total of eight members of the Ancestral Clan Hall watched two battles between disciples of the Sword God Lin Clan in silence.
Waves of uproar came from outside. The Lin Clan disciples of Boundless Swordsea were all shaken by the battle results, arguing heatedly.
Boundless Swordsea was a cacophony of noise.
Even so, the Ancestral Clan Hall remained quiet.
After Lin Jianxing left, no one spoke for a long while.
At last, the burly Lin Xiong gave a cheerful snort and said, "Sending one of your own out of the competition—what fine upbringing! Haven't seen that in years."
As Lin Jianxing's grandfather, Lin Yun remained expressionless. He said evenly, "It has nothing to do with upbringing. If you're inferior in skill, you have to admit it."
"Brother Yun is right. When the Ancient God Ring is gone one day and that brat slaughters his fellow disciples, you can say the same thing then."
"Unfortunately, so many people in the Lin Clan have eyes and minds of their own. You can't wash black into white."
Lin Xiong said.
"There's no need to make a mountain out of a molehill. I know Jianxing's character best as his grandfather. Truly, your granddaughter was simply inferior in skill."
After saying that, Lin Yun curled his lips into a mocking smile.
"What a fine 'inferior in skill'! For internal matters of the Lin Clan, ancestral precepts and clan laws can all be cast aside. One sentence of 'inferior in skill' is enough to trample the warnings of our ancestors... Is that something a member of the Ancestral Clan Hall can casually say? Looks like the world has changed."
Lin Xiong would not truly lose his temper just because his granddaughter had been eliminated.
But being sent out by one