They were no fools. These prodigies were all the foremost talents of their respective factions—after all, the inferior ones had long since died.
You could say they were not strong enough. You could say they had terrible tempers. But you absolutely could not say they lacked discernment.
As the top prodigies groomed by major factions, these people possessed an exceptionally deep understanding of the ways of the world.
After all, they lived through such things every moment of every day.
Did you think being chosen by a faction and cultivated as its successor depended only on outstanding talent? Then you were gravely mistaken.
Talent was merely the door-knocker. What followed depended on one's own conduct.
After all, a faction's successor could not possibly end up making the disciples and elders turn grim, ultimately drawing the wrath and resentment of all, could they?
Who would still respect you then?
There were countless intricacies involved. They had all come up through them, every one of them shrewd beyond shrewd.
The moment Li Changsheng appeared, he had released his pressure to make an example of them, telling them who was boss here. Then he targeted Ye Lin, intending to suppress him.
The entire process had only one purpose: Li Changsheng wanted them to submit.
But now, Ye Lin had single-handedly blocked all of it. Li Changsheng did not dare go too far either—if he overdid it, it would inevitably backfire.
Having understood this, everyone was furious. Though they were angry, though they knew Li Changsheng's purpose in coming here, there was nothing they could do.
Li Changsheng's strength was right there for all to see. A veteran Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal at the peak of his realm, a legendary figure with tyrannical talent, was clearly not someone they could provoke at present.
Thus,