985 Tailored Teaching (1/2)

Little Fatty was dumbfounded. ”I… uh…”

His eyes darted around, comprehension dawning in his eyes that perhaps he had caused some form of trouble.

”I could go to them to ask for a few older ones? They're all disciples, it probably wouldn't matter if I swapped them around…”

”Do you think we're playing house?”

Yun Yang spat in disdain. ”As the master supreme, as the sect leader, as the Lead Supreme, I think my protégés aren't good enough and so I am to swap them with others? Where's my face if I do this? Do you think I'm as shameless as you are?”

”How am I supposed to lead this school in the future?”

Little Fatty peeked at the angry man in a daze. ”Then what should we do? We need to find a solution somehow!”

”What should we do? Doofus, we will be doomed!”

Yun Yang rolled his eyes, certain that he had been kicked into a pit dug by this fatty.

Little Fatty had personally reserved a batch of the most talented pupils with kind intentions, but not only was it impartial, but the inability to utilize these disciples due to their much younger age compared to others was also the direst of issues!

When the sect had met up, everyone else would be ushering their taller and bigger disciples while he, as the leader, would be bringing a group of children… When the disciples from the other Supremes could be sent to the ring, his disciples could only watch from the sidelines… How frustrating it was to even think about it!

Furthermore, this matter could hardly be alleviated in the first three to five years. After all, the oldest of his first batch of nineteen disciples was only nine years old! They were all merely babies!

”Ah!” Yun Yang's sigh came from the bottom of his heart. Other than heaving a sigh, he did not know what else to say.

It came as a surprise, then, when Dong Qitian's upset voice rang out. ”What are you sighing about? If you're not happy with them, reluctant to take the children as your protégés, give them all to me. I don't mind their talent… nor their lack of age.”

Dong Qitian had wanted to say their talents were lacking, but his status and conscience forbade him from lying so openly. In the end, he concluded the fault to be due to their age.

Yun Yang was close to vomiting blood. ”Boss, I'm not putting the blame on their age; well, yes, the age is an issue, but the matter to be resolved is not this one!”

Dong Qitian scoffed, his disdain as plain as day.

…

The excitement was no longer there. There was only anxiety permeating the nineteen children outside. Why did their leader master come out and go in straight away? Why did he not look very happy?

'Is he not pleased with us?'

'We've been handpicked by the majordomo. Even if one or two of us aren't the best, could everyone be so bad that the Lead Supreme can't bear to see us?'

While the little ones were wrapped in nervousness, the leader master was seen walking out slowly. His fine looks and sophisticated air of a ruler caused the children to have great respect for him, the deference growing deeper.

”From now on, all of you are recorded disciples of the Central Peak,” Yun Yang said faintly, ”I shall teach you the same cultivation method after this and treat all of you the same.”