Once the aptitude assessment results came out, the big shots on the eighth floor of Moon-Gazing Pavilion all dispersed.
They had made a special trip back partly to help headquarters establish its position in Qingliang Prefecture, and partly to compete for Ren Ye.
But the big shots all liked to put on airs and kept their intentions understated. Only the young Fan Ming looked as though victory was already his...
A master was someone who imparted knowledge.
The weight those words carried in Chinese culture needed no explanation.
Ren Ye had potential and ability, or he could never have passed the first two acts' trials. So many of the big shots hoped to forge that bond of master and disciple with him.
Unfortunately... the old bastard in red robes upstairs had rather bent the rules. He had simply assigned Ren Ye to himself.
What the hell was left to fight over?
Time to leave, time to leave...
Everyone grumbled inwardly, but no one dared bitch aloud. They could only bow respectfully toward the upper floor before leaving in groups of three or five.
Fan Ming was disappointed too. While upstairs, he had already worked out how he would take Ren Ye adventuring and grow stronger with him.
He had even decided what role Ren Ye would fill in his squad...
Master and disciple would both have Rare Classes, and with the squad's six top-tier companions alongside them, what same-tier Star Gate couldn't they fucking slaughter their way through?
Sigh.
Lin Xiang wasn't playing fair.
Grumbling inwardly, Fan Ming headed downstairs.
Beside him, Yan Duoduo was delighted to see Fan Ming thwarted. "...You look better when you smile."
Fan Ming gave him a sidelong look. "Want to have a go in the arena? Fifty thousand Star Source as the stakes."