"H-how is this possible..."
Yi Qingshan had known back then that Mo Fan had taken Mo Yun's spot.
After all, every spot was registered, with detailed information on file.
When Mo Fan had come to join the Chaos Blade Sect, the steward responsible for verifying his eligibility had discovered it on the spot.
But on account of his superior bone root, the steward had not immediately driven him away, instead reporting the matter to his superiors.
In the end, Yi Qingshan had personally made the decision and taken Mo Fan under his wing.
After all, even in the Inner City, superior bone roots were rare. Everyone with one would quickly grow into a pillar of the sect.
As for the spot that had been stolen...
Yi Qingshan remembered responding like this: "What do you mean, stolen? That spot belonged to Mo Fan from the beginning. The steward responsible simply recorded it incorrectly!"
"If that Mo Yun comes looking for us later, just drive him away. You heard Mo Fan say it himself: he's his older cousin, has no talent for martial arts, and has been frail since childhood."
"Spots for disciples in our Chaos Blade Sect are precious. How could we give one to someone like that?"
Yet now...
Yi Qingshan looked at Mo Yun and suddenly felt the urge to cry.
"Good heavens! What have I missed out on?!"
"I passed up a genius seen once in a century in Xining Prefecture for a piece of trash?!"
He had truly thrown away a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed!
"H-he... he should have been my disciple!"
Yi Qingshan felt as though he was going mad.
Even more outrageous, Mo Yun had now mastered his skills, taken that scourge Lin Yanshan as his master, and come knocking to demand