Qi Yuan felt exhausted.
Of the four clan members he had brought, three had been eliminated. The only one who passed was the Si Bu Xiang he had thought least of.
What was this? A slap in the face?
Was heaven telling him that he had misjudged them all these years?
He could not help turning back for a look.
Si Bu Xiang was still standing where he was, without even a trace of reluctance to part.
The child stood there quietly, like a seed that had drifted everywhere and finally found a place to take root.
Qi Yuan was too ashamed to look Si Bu Xiang in the eye again.
He turned around and quickened his pace as he left.
The three failed Qilin followed behind him, each hanging his head like a defeated rooster.
They had been pampered since childhood and had never tasted failure. Yet today, not only had they lost, they had lost to a useless thing they had mocked for years.
The shame made them want to leave this place immediately and never see Si Bu Xiang again.
Si Bu Xiang stood where he was, watching his clan members' backs gradually disappear from sight.
He realized that he had never truly belonged to that clan.
Not in the past, not now, and not in the future.
Ever since he was young, he had wanted their approval. He had desperately tried to please them, striving to prove that he was not useless.
But today, he no longer needed their approval.
All the exclusion, cold stares, and ridicule he had endured since childhood came to an end at this moment.
He had found a new place to belong.
Yet he still wanted to cry. At last, he no longer had to please anyone.
Zhunti walked to Su