Lin Fei's opinion of Zhu Yu had indeed changed greatly, and he genuinely felt sorry for him from the bottom of his heart.
Rather than making a fool of himself during the spirit-root verification later, withdrawing now was truly the best choice.
The more outstandingly Lin Fei performed in the assessment, the more humiliating it would be when his spirit-root aptitude was exposed. Faced with such a crushing disparity, strange looks, and even spiteful remarks, Zhu Yu himself asked whether he could remain unfazed—let alone this young master.
"In Mo Yun City, I'm not making things difficult for you. When the sect accepts disciples, it's true that those of lesser ability are eliminated. But everything is built upon having a spirit root suitable for cultivation. I sent you to hunt Ye Hai because I intended to make you retreat in the face of difficulty. I never thought..."
"Even if you only had four spirit roots, I could still steel myself and say a few words to the sect. But accepting someone with five spirit roots has no precedent in the Northern Border. Even the sects in the Southern Border, barren as it is, aren't willing to accept one."
Prefect Zhu stopped and sighed, shaking his head at Lin Fei.
If he had known, he would have intercepted him directly in Mo Yun City that morning. Now Lin Fei had charged all the way to the end, and his ability was plain for all to see. Unfortunately, he just happened to have five spirit roots.
Zhu Yu left with an awful headache, leaving Lin Fei alone in silence.
"Why not choose a smaller sect? As long as you can advance step by step, you'll shine sooner or later."
The qilin spoke feebly.
But Lin Fei truly wasn't willing to give up.