"Your spirit root is fine, but I'm afraid your grandfather's..."
Mu Yunbai deliberately let his unfinished sentence trail off meaningfully. His implication was plain.
Qin Dashan froze at those words.
But he soon made up his mind. No!
I can't let these old bones of mine hold back Yao'er and Lan'er's futures.
The old master was about to speak.
But Mu Yunbai quietly turned to Ye Qingyi and cupped his hands. "As luck would have it, Senior Sister Ye's profound treasure can test the spirit root quality of any cultivator below the Golden Core Realm right here.
"And Senior Sister always tells things exactly as they are. She would never deceive anyone, much less knowingly neglect the sect's rules!"
At this, he turned to Qin Yao, his lips curving to reveal a row of even teeth. "Why don't we test both your spirit roots now?
"As long as your aptitude meets the requirements, your entire family, young and old, can naturally join our Supreme Good Sect!"
His words were watertight, every one of them planted firmly on the side of reason.
Yet the smile at the corner of his mouth unmistakably carried a trace of mockery.
This bastard is damn well doing it on purpose!
Qin Yao's heart sank, and he clenched his back teeth.
By now, how could he fail to understand that Mu Yunbai was deliberately using the rules to trip him up?
From beginning to end, the bastard had never intended to let Qin Yao's family reunite in the Supreme Good Sect.
At the same time, Ye Qingyi's brow involuntarily furrowed.
Her amber eyes narrowed slightly, and she cast a brief sidelong glance at Mu Yunbai.
The chill in that glance was even more biting than the icy gleam of the spear he had summoned earlier. "Well,