The short-haired woman picked up the teapot, pouring tea for Lin Zhiquin as she spoke quietly.
Lin Zhiquin glanced towards the examination room, then picked up his teacup and sipped slowly, his brow furrowed. "Xiao Mubai is certainly strong," he admitted. "But with his power so clearly on display, other disciples will undoubtedly be instructed by their respective backers to target him. I don't think he'll easily secure the position of personal disciple."
At this point, Lin Zhiquin had completely discarded any unrealistic thoughts and was entirely relaxed. Being a mere spectator allowed him to see the situation more clearly.
