After hearing the full account, Lin Bairu's expression turned even uglier, yet he still did not state his stance or respond to Lin Xiaojin's invitation for him to become the family head.
After a long while.
Lin Bairu let out a long breath and sighed wistfully. "How could Second Uncle not want to protect those around him? But Second Uncle is merely a scholar—how could I possibly lead such a vast Lin Clan?"
Seeing Lin Bairu so dispirited and utterly devoid of fighting spirit, Lu Feng could not help but feel deeply disappointed. He rebuked him sharply, "So what if you are a scholar? Since ancient times, how many great figures who stirred the winds and clouds had not made their names through 'literature'? Forget those far away—look at the Jun Family today. Is Jun Zi Shuo not also someone unsuited to cultivation? Then how is he able to command the Jun Family?"
Seeing that Lin Bairu remained steeped in Death Qi, Lu Feng's words grew several degrees harsher.
"Having likewise read the books of sages, others can do it—why can't you, Lin Bairu?"
"Though your hands cannot even bind a chicken, you are brimming with talent. Why can you not be like those people, governing the martial with the literary, using your strengths to make up for your weaknesses?"
Lin Bairu wavered. His fists clenched tighter, and a measure of resolve appeared in his eyes. After some hesitation, he said, "But I... am, after all, only a scholar who knows how to read. I do not have their ability to handle affairs, nor do I understand the ways of management."
"If you do not understand, then learn! No one is born knowing everything!" Lu Feng fixed his sharp gaze on Lin Bairu and provoked him further. "A scholar must