His words drew many sidelong glances. What did a Gate Master, the one who called the shots for an entire faction, need?
They needed courage—the courage to block soldiers with generals and water with earth. If the head of a sect did not even possess such courage, how could he lead others?
In Saintess Jinling's eyes, she had initially observed Fu Yunhe and Zhou Qing, believing the two of them to be candidates for Gate Master. Yet after observing them, she had been utterly disappointed. With a single glance at Fu Yunhe, she could tell that he was narrow-minded and petty, unable to tolerate others in his eyes. He was not someone fit to serve as Gate Master or accomplish great things. His future would end here.
Zhou Qing possessed broad-mindedness, but he lacked the charisma of a leader. Such a person was destined to conquer only a handful of people, never many.
Compared to the Sect Master of their Eastern Emperor Sect, both of them fell far short.
But what did that have to do with her? Luosheng Gate's affairs had nothing to do with her, nor did she have any interest in them. Yet just as she lost interest, Yang Chen stepped forward. Every word and action of his made her increasingly curious about the youth before her.
From Yang Chen, she saw the bearing of her own Sect Master—the shadow of that charisma possessed by one born to command.
You wanted to provoke him? No problem. He would take it. Come at him however you pleased.
Yang Chen said calmly, "If there truly are no strong experts among you, I can widen the scope further. Anyone attending our Luosheng Gate inauguration ceremony today may challenge me. So long as they are martial artists below the Earth Martial