"Master, you know I don't have the best temper. If you let me lead the team, what if I injure these spoiled young masters again? What should I do then?" I said bluntly, as though I hadn't noticed the group of Grand Elders standing nearby.
This inevitably left some of the Grand Elders looking shocked and astonished. Some even seemed disbelieving. But it was better to believe it than not, since I dared to say such a thing. They were all old foxes—how could they not know that I truly had the ability?
Qiao Qingyu glanced at the several Grand Elders leading the teams from the various academies on either side, sighed, and said, "As long as you don't kill anyone, it's fine. But when you teach them a lesson, try not to damage their self-esteem too much."
Leading a team truly wasn't difficult for me. Besides, while waiting for the competition to enter the core inner sect, I could also take the opportunity to guide Yun Wei, Gu Fei, and Mo Xiaoning.
"All right. Then I'll listen to you, Master, and knock some of their arrogance down a peg," I said.
"By the way, don't make things too difficult for Lan Zhi either. Your Senior Brother Lan Mo also wants to have a proper talk with you. He said he'll buy you a drink after the training camp ends." Qiao Qingyu was deliberately trying to show me goodwill on behalf of the Lan family.
"Sure. I didn't particularly hate him to begin with. When people get angry, it's hard to avoid acting without restraint." I smiled. Lan Zhi had simply failed to see reason at the time and had been overly blunt with his words, but he was actually a good-hearted person. I was a grown man—why would I