Giving one to Si Bu Xiang would be wasting a slot.
Qi Yuan glanced at the dusty figure behind the pillar, a trace of complicated guilt rising in his heart.
Back then, First Kirin had died protecting the entire Kirin race. Before his death, he had still thought of the fact that this was his only bloodline.
He had entrusted him to Qi Yuan. Though Qi Yuan had agreed aloud, he had always harbored reservations toward this child, who did not even possess pure Kirin blood.
All these years, Si Bu Xiang had hidden in a corner of the clan grounds. Even Qi Yuan, a Clan Elder, had rarely asked after him.
Nor had he given him many chances to show himself. Was it not because he had selfishly feared that Si Bu Xiang would disgrace the Kirin race?
Qi Yuan did not think highly of Si Bu Xiang himself, but since most of the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures given this time were the Clan Leader's inheritance, giving him a slot he could never pass would make Qi Yuan seem generous while costing him nothing.
He could treat it as an explanation to the Clan Leader, and as compensation for all these years.
Thus, he said in a deep voice.
"Enough! We are surrendering now to preserve the lives of the entire clan.
We are not here to pick clan members who will make us look good!
The Farm Teachings Sect Master has opened his doors to all and never looked down on Si Bu Xiang's bloodline. Yet we are the ones looking down on our own!"
The young Fire Kirin's face flushed red from the rebuke. He craned his neck, still wanting to argue.
But Farm Teachings Disciples had already come over to lead them to the Heart