"The selection of disciples in the Inner Sect is not about cultivation level, but potential. You two are already old bones, yet you lack self-awareness."
An Immortal of the Inner Sect covered her mouth with a light laugh.
Gu An bowed his head, while the middle-aged man beside him dared not speak out of anger.
Disdain was also evident in the eyes of the dozen or so people below.
They thought the two were overestimating themselves, foolishly seeking humiliation.
"Sorry for the trouble, senior brothers and sisters, we will leave now," Gu An said with his head lowered.
A failure is just a failure; it doesn't greatly affect him.
The foremost of the Outer Sect could still enter the Inner Sect.
He did not believe that the Outer Sect had any Golden Core cultivators.
If there really were three Golden Core cultivators, he would accept it wholeheartedly.
He would continue to log in the Outer Sect.
The progress with Green Sun Wood was slow; he could continue logging at night.
