Faced with Tuoba Xing's roaring, the old man remained unruffled. "Young master, why be in such a hurry? The Arrest Sage Position belongs to those with ability. Anyone without sufficient strength won't hold it for long."
After venting for quite some time, Tuoba Xing gradually calmed down.
Now, hearing the old man's words, he pondered for a while before saying, "That may be true, but never mind me-even Huang Qitao probably won't tolerate him."
"Exactly. That brat won't hold the Arrest Sage Position for long, so why should you be anxious, young master? At a time like this, whoever takes the Arrest Sage Position will become the focus of everyone's attention. They may bask in boundless glory, but they might not be able to keep their life," the old man said.
"I just can't accept it. I can't accept it!" A glint of killing intent flickered in Tuoba Xing's eyes. "Why wouldn't the family let me participate? Why should I surrender my chance to that little bald donkey from the Pure Land Sect? Look, didn't he still lose to that rotten brat? Now look what's happened. That brat can mock me without restraint, can't he?"
"Young master, the clan head must have his reasons," the old man said. "As for giving your chance to the Pure Land Sect, that was a decision reached through discussions between the Tuoba Family, Huang Qitao, and the Six Buddhist Sects. But that brat defeating the little monk from the Pure Land Sect in the end probably caught everyone by surprise."
"If I'd stepped in, how could things have ended up like this? How could that brat have reaped the benefits?" Although Tuoba Xing knew everything was settled and he could change nothing now, he simply could not tolerate Huang Xiao becoming an Arrest Sage.