Chapter 1967
Just as Fane turned and was about to close the door, he heard someone calling out, albeit rather
mean-spiritedly, "You''re Fane?"
Although this was a question, it seemed to be more like a jeer. Fane slowly turned around and saw
a 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 informal
disciple. This man must be an informal disciple who joined the pavilion via the usual recruitment
process.
ording to seniority, they should call him their senior brother.
Nheless, Fane could not address the
man as such, seeing as he obviously did note bearing kind intentions. In fact, Fane would have
ignored 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 nce-over before he looked at the
individual 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 amodations, and
they actually gave it to cannon fodder like you!”
Not only Fane, but even the disciples who just joined the pavilion surrounding them also realized
that something was wrong with Wesley''s words. What did he mean, cannon fodder like him?
Frowning, Fane asked, "What do you mean?
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Wesley sneered and a disdainful look appeared in his eyes. He took a nce at all the newly joined
disciples and crassly spoke, "I''m saying that you''re cannon fodder. Don''t you know how you were
recruited? How is it possible for them to only put an obsidian as the assessment tool during usual
recruitment? You guys are recruited to make up the numbers. Are you guys really thinking of
yourself as informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion? Let me tell you: none of you are
qualified to think so.
"When we epted the assessment back then, we had to go through the assessment alone three
times, and we’d be eliminated if we failed any one of those assessments. It isn''t as easy as the
assessment 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 n happening anytime soon and they
wanted 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 Wesley
said was no different from pping everybody in their faces several times. Many of them were so
angry that their faces turned purple as they red at him angrily.
Wesley sneered disdainfully and looked at the new disciples like they were bedbugs." Are you guys
unconvinced? If you''re that unsure, let''s go have a fight at the wager battle arena. All this crap talk
isn''t as simple as a real battle. I''m sure all of you don''t really think that your strength is the best
among all the informal disciples, do you?"
Wesley truly was too far up in his head. Although he was an informal disciple recruited under normal
circumstances, this did not mean that he was superior over everyone else in that ce.
Some of them could not help but speak loudly, "We had just be informal disciples, and it''s
natural 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 his
strength ces him at the top three hundred among the informal disciples!”
Wesley nced at Fane and spoke loudly after he heard this, "That''s just a general assumption by
Elder Lee. However, my strength has been verified, and I''m in the top two-hundred!”