Despite Han Yu's new talent rank, not a single elder offered to take him in as a personal disciple as they had done for other recruits. No invitations to private training halls, no spiritual guidance, no access to restricted manuals.
"Oh, him?" Elder Xiang said when asked. "Promising, yes. But… history."
They remembered the sock incident with the disciples. The laughing smoke bomb fiasco. The insulting and humiliation of disciples. Not to mention the mysterious chaos still plaguing the sect.
"We'll let him grow on his own for now," another elder said diplomatically. "If he proves himself more… stable… then perhaps in the future."
In other words: We'll wait and see if he explodes anything else first.
Han Yu, of course, noticed the restraint.
"Blue Grade talent and still no master?" he muttered as he swept a training yard. "What do I have to do, explode a mountain?"
He paused.
"…Actually, no, bad idea. That might work."
Still, he wasn't discouraged.
