"Fellow Daoist, could it be that your Young Master reached the third level by swallowing pills?"
Lü Fangxuan stood below the platform with an impassive expression when a voice reached his ears.
He turned his head and shot the man a sidelong glance, answering blandly, "What business is it of yours?"
"You! Hmph!"
The cultivator was instantly left speechless. After a cold snort, he could only turn away with an ugly expression.
Lü Fangxuan said nothing more and returned his gaze to the platform.
As Yang Lingshu's companion cultivator, he knew his Young Master's capabilities better than anyone. His talent could never be something as simple as fourth-grade.
If this truly was the result, then his Young Master had done it deliberately, and there must have been a reason behind it.
On the Dao Inquiry Platform, Pan Qi's expression changed several times.
"Fourth-grade talent? That's far too low!"
"With talent like that, he might not even be able to keep his qualification as a personal disciple. Even if he barely keeps it, he won't receive an elder's attention. His Dao Path can be said to be bleak."
"Ah... What a waste of effort and breath. I calculated every possibility, yet failed to account for this. Who could have expected that the Yang Family's candidate for entry would be such a useless piece of trash!"
He grumbled inwardly.
"Pfft!"
Faced with the surrounding whispers and the many doubtful, mocking looks, Yang Lingshu, standing on the platform, showed not the slightest embarrassment. Instead, he burst out laughing.
Everyone was taken aback, wondering if this man was truly a fool.
He could still laugh with talent like that?
"What are you laughing at?"
Elder Gu asked sternly.
"My apologies, Senior. I merely thought of something happy."
Though Yang Lingshu said this aloud, he