You Said I Wasn't Qualified?

Yang Chen was not speaking out of false modesty. Bai Yishan had not helped him much, but simply bringing him out of the Eastern Thirty-Six Commanderies had saved Yang Chen's life. Now that Yang Chen was helping Bai Yishan a little, what did it amount to?

"What else does this Eastern branch intend to do? They still refuse to bow their heads even at a time like this? What use is that so-called backbone?"

"They're truly naive. Can they win? They obviously can't, so what meaning is there in persisting?"

"Hehe, when all is said and done, they're just suffering for the sake of saving face. They don't understand that weakness is weakness; they only need to accept it. Stubbornly acting tough might win back a scrap of face for the moment, but once they lose, that face will still be gone."

"Why bother with them? They're branch nobodies who will be eliminated sooner or later anyway. You don't seriously think trash like them can return to the main family, do you?"

Since ancient times, there had never been a shortage of people who gathered to watch a joke unfold. The selection and assembly had yet to be settled, so naturally, no one minded watching the excitement here and savoring the "joke" in their eyes.

No one thought highly of the Eastern branch.

"That Bai Qingmo is so young, yet his strength has already reached the True Martial Realm second level. Regional differences represent differences in martial cultivation. Where could the Bai Family branch possibly produce such a genius?"

Many people thought so.

Likewise, Bai Fu thought so as well.

The True Martial Realm second level was not the level of the most outstanding geniuses, but in Bai Fu's eyes, it was already enough to crush Bai Yishan's branch beyond