"I think Elder White Eyebrow is right. Such a precious slot, yet Blood Baleful actually wants to give one away to the Fox Race? This is simply nonsense. I suggest that slot be given to me."
"I feel the same. Blood Baleful is still too young, after all. It is good for young prodigies to have pride, but they cannot act on impulse."
"Agreed. We need to discuss this slot. As elders, at such a critical moment, we ought to give the younger generation a warning."
"Indeed. Blood Baleful's actions were truly ill-considered. Once he comes out and reaches the Starry Sky, we should properly knock some sense into him."
Listening to the discussions one after another, Wan Dang was so shocked that he could not speak.
He could hardly believe that humans could say such things.
From beginning to end, the Fox Race had supported Blood Baleful. Back when Blood Baleful faced the myriad races head-on, the Human Race had not hesitated to send their own prodigies to stand firmly behind him. Even the Fox Race Chief's legitimate son had served under Blood Baleful as a mere errand-runner.
The Fox Race might not have been powerful, but it was by no means weak. The dignified son of a race chief, with such a precious status, had only been an errand-runner beneath Blood Baleful—what did that signify?
And while the Fox Race had poured out their hearts and blood fighting for Blood Baleful, what had these old fellows been doing? What had the disciples they were so proud of been doing?
Bullying men and ravishing women; in the worlds ruled by their own factions, they had run utterly wild, committing every evil imaginable.
A piece of trash piled up with medicinal pills dared call himself a prodigy?
These remarks nearly