"Alright, you didn't come all the way here just to see how outstanding my disciple is, did you?" Elder Yi Shui asked mildly.
Lately, a drum-beating grand event was about to kick off. Every Elder was busy training their most promising disciples. Most of the disciples under these few Elders weren't exactly top-tier, so he guessed part of the reason they came was to bask in some of Lin Yifan's good luck.
The few of them chuckled dryly, realizing they still couldn't slip past Elder Yi Shui's sharp eyes: "That's right, five days from now is the sect's annual Elite Selection. The winners will, six months later, get the chance to go to Kan Shui Palace for further training. Elder Yi Shui's disciple is exceptionally talented—we think he's more than likely to be one of those few standing at the very end."
"So…"
"So we're hoping to form an alliance with Old Yi and take out that bunch outside."
As for face, Elder Yi Shui didn't care much.
