Even if Hongjun thought little of the two, he still had to bring them into the Mystic School.
In truth, the fact that Cundi and Receiver had secured two cushions already said it all. Hongjun had made his choice.
What Hongjun was weighing now was not whether to take Cundi and Receiver as disciples, but whether to make them his Personal Disciples!
The gulf between an ordinary disciple and a Personal Disciple was enormous!
In fact, Hongjun did not even want to grant Cundi and Receiver the status of ordinary disciples.
After all, the two were bound to betray the Mystic School one day and establish a separate branch.
As the Heavenly Dao Representative, Hongjun had naturally read the script written by the Heavenly Dao.
To repay the debt owed to the Western Continent, Hongjun would have to grant two places as Heavenly Dao Sages.
And Cundi and Receiver were clearly the best candidates.
But Hongjun plainly did not want to give them places as Personal Disciples.
In that case...
Hongjun opened his eyes and looked straight at Cundi and Receiver.
When the others, waiting in anxious suspense, saw the Sage open his eyes, their hearts leaped. Could it be...?
But then the Sage looked directly at Cundi and Receiver, without a moment's hesitation. The last sliver of hope they had held was snuffed out!
Cundi and Receiver, meanwhile, were beside themselves with joy. Their excitement practically spilled over.
Before Hongjun could speak, both men rose, prostrated themselves on the ground, and burst into tears, their eyes glistening.
"Please have mercy on us, Sage."
They looked so pitiful that anyone who heard them would ache, and anyone who saw them would weep.
Hongjun frowned slightly at the sight, at a loss for words. But he had already decided, so he