Female Novel
Chapter 1967
Just as Fane turned and was about to close the door, he heard someone calling out, albeit rathermean-spiritedly, "You're Fane?"
Although this was a question, it seemed to be more like a jeer. Fane slowly turned around and sawa man with a short beard and a scary look in his eyes, standing not too far away.
While Fane did not recognize this man, he wore clothes that indicated that he was an informaldisciple. This man must be an informal disciple who joined the pavilion via the usual recruitmentprocess.
According to seniority, they should call him their senior brother.
Nonetheless, Fane could not address the
man as such, seeing as he obviously did not come bearing kind intentions. In fact, Fane would haveignored him based on his temperament. Fane was new here and did not want to seem impolite.
He only nodded as he responded. Wesley Sayer gave Fane a glance-over before he looked at theindividual house behind Fane, his eyes gleaming with envy when he did.
"I don't know how the pavilion decides things. There are only thirty private accommodations, andthey actually gave it to cannon fodder like you!”
Not only Fane, but even the disciples who just joined the pavilion surrounding them also realizedthat something was wrong with Wesley's words. What did he mean, cannon fodder like him?
Frowning, Fane asked, "What do you mean?
We're both informal disciples. What do you mean by cannon fodder?"
Wesley sneered and a disdainful look appeared in his eyes. He took a glance at all the newly joineddisciples and crassly spoke, "I'm saying that you're cannon fodder. Don't you know how you wererecruited? How is it possible for them to only put an obsidian as the assessment tool during usualrecruitment? You guys are recruited to make up the numbers. Are you guys really thinking ofyourself as informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion? Let me tell you: none of you arequalified to think so.
"When we accepted the assessment back then, we had to go through the assessment alone threetimes, and we’d be eliminated if we failed any one of those assessments. It isn't as easy as theassessment you guys had. If the fight between pavilions weren't
happening soon, do you think you’ll be able to join the pavilion?"
Frankly, Wesley was correct. The Dual Sovereign Pavilion recruited disciples once every two years,but due to the possibility of a battle with the Muddled Origin Clan happening anytime soon and theywanted to expand their reserve army, they altered the period from two years to three months.
However, all the new disciples present were especially confident with their strength. What Wesleysaid was no different from slapping everybody in their faces several times. Many of them were soangry that their faces turned purple as they glared at him angrily.
Wesley sneered disdainfully and looked at the new disciples like they were bedbugs." Are you guysunconvinced? If you're that unsure, let's go have a fight at the wager battle arena. All this crap talkisn't as simple as a real battle. I'm sure all of you don't really think that your strength is the bestamong all the informal disciples, do you?"novelbin
Wesley truly was too far up in his head. Although he was an informal disciple recruited under normalcircumstances, this did not mean that he was superior over everyone else in that place.
Some of them could not help but speak loudly, "We had just become informal disciples, and it'snatural for us to be not as strong as you who had trained in the pavilion for a long period. However,there are also geniuses among us! Fane is the strongest among us. Elder Lee once said that hisstrength places him at the top three hundred among the informal disciples!”
Wesley glanced at Fane and spoke loudly after he heard this, "That's just a general assumption byElder Lee. However, my strength has been verified, and I'm in the top two-hundred!”