Within the academy, each hall was responsible for several designated challenge stages. The winners on those stages were eligible to be taken in as disciples. Unless there were special circumstances, the other halls could not poach them.
This year, Old Six of Wind Hall was in charge of the C-ranked Human challenge stage—the very stage where Ye Tian had become the victor and thus the champion.
Of course, they only gave priority to disciples with talent.
Some disciples might be powerful, yet they could have relied on tricks, such as treasures or secret arts. Such disciples were not among those selected.
For that reason, the old man with the mustache had thought of a crafty method, hoping to pry open a gap from within.
"Old Six, save your breath. No matter what, it won't be your nephew's turn. You've never cared this much about your own son. Just manage your own stage properly." Fifth Brother, Feng Wu of Wind Hall, had never understood what Feng Six was thinking.
As the Seven Gentlemen of the Wind within Wind Hall, they were effectively the elders of Wind Hall.
Logically speaking, after so many years and so many experiences, they should have understood one another well enough.
Yet Feng Six was still, as always, trying to play tricks with him. Did the old fool not know that he hated such methods most?
Old Six curled his lip. "There really are exceptions like that sometimes. Their cultivation may be poor, but their combat strength is astonishing. Youngsters who dare to fight and know how to fight are talents too. But that kid's cultivation is too poor. Besides, very few battle-type cultivators make it to the end."
Feng Six naturally knew what kind of person Feng Wu was.
The other man's stubbornness was like that