"Have you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"I heard Mo Jian will be the team captain for this year's tournament."
"What?! How is that possible?!"
The news of Mo Jian becoming the team captain for this year's annual tournament shook the Dust Valley Sect to its core.
Instantly, many disciples were enraged and went to see the elders, but their response only infuriated them further.
"Chief, I heard that trash will be the captain for this year's tournament," Yuan Yimu said in a low voice.
"What?! Impossible!" Deng Jie widened his eyes, and the teacup in his hand slipped, shattering into pieces.
"How could the elders do this?" His voice rose an octave as he gnashed his teeth. "They are looking down on us! How could they make that trash our team captain?"
"I can't accept this!" he shouted, striding out of his courtyard.
"Today, I'll show the elders that this trash is nothing but trash."
Meanwhile, the core disciples were equally furious.
