As Li Xiuchang watched Yan Song leave, Yan Xue sighed. "Elder Brother, with the way you do things, who knows how many people you've offended."
Yan Song said indifferently, "I'm only doing what falls within my responsibilities."
"I know you're doing it for their own good, but who will remember your kindness? Wu Fuhai, for instance—you banned him from taking the exam again for half a year. I'm afraid he already hates you for it." Yan Xue sounded helpless.
Yan Song did not care. "Wu Fuhai's skill is good enough. His mindset is the problem. Suppressing him for half a year and tempering his temperament will do him good."
"What about Li Xiuchang, then? You paid sixty spirit stones out of your own pocket for him, and he still didn't appreciate it. Why bother?"
Yan Song fell silent for a moment this time before answering, "Li Xiuchang... I misjudged him. A genius like him doesn't need too much interference from outsiders. It's best to let him grow on his own."
He had not expected Li Xiuchang's talent in Spirit Plant Cultivation Arts to be so outrageous.
According to his initial plan, he had wanted Li Xiuchang to abandon his other skills and focus solely on alchemy.
But after seeing Li Xiuchang's talent with spirit plants, he had begun thinking that Li Xiuchang should abandon alchemy instead and specialize in spirit plants.
He suddenly came back to himself. After holding the position of Outer Sect Senior Disciple Brother for so many years, he had met all kinds of people and understood one principle:
When a person's talent far surpassed his own, all his guidance and interference might only be making things worse.
Some trees needed human intervention to grow into useful timber, while others only needed to be left to grow