"High elder Fu, why is this happening?" San Gu slammed his palm on the only table in the room, shaking the ceramic tea-kettle placed on it.

High elder Fu didn't sway by his emotions and just lifted his teacup and sipped. His untamed mustache dipped into the black tea but it didn't bother him, but it bother elder San.

"High elder, please answer. Please tell me why the bastard Wun Xia Ja is going to oversee the remaining two trial exams? Are we conceding to Yan Faction now?" San Gu asked again, unable to control the fury in his heart.

High elder Fu lowered his cup and smiled at him, sending San Gu's palpitation to the high level.

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"High elder, please. Please tell me what's going on? Hall master Li hated this guy, and yet he sent him to meddle in our affairs. And a core disciple? Please high elder Fu, this is too much. Sending a core disciple as an examiner with me, with an elder? People might stop calling me elder San and call me Core Disciple San going forward."

San Gu paced around the table, and many times he wanted to snatch the tea cup from high elder Fu's hands, but he suppressed his anger.

"High elder Fu, I agree that Wun Xia Ja is talented, and should be in an elder position, but he is not. You can't ask me to do this," San Gu asked again.

High elder Fu poured more tea into his cup and didn't even look at San Gu.

San Gu stomped his feet and walked out of the hall chamber. This high elder Fu. Why didn't he answer? What was he trying to tell him by his silence?

Patience, persistence, or humiliation? What should he choose?