The First Elder’s misdirection of blame did not cause the Second Elder to panic.
“I don’t mean that. You are taking my words out of context. Who in the room hasn’t gone through the final stage of innate level. If I meant that, wouldn’t I be talking about myself too?” said the Second Elder evenly. If the Eleventh Elder must accept the last disciple then he must be excellent in all aspects. The cultivation value is also a point that must be considered. The adaptability of the final stage of innate level is not as high as that of the intermediate stage of innate level. You should know about this.”
The higher the cultivation level is, the lower the chance of new talents to be tapped. This is something everyone knows.
The First Elder waved his long sleeves and said dismissively, “Oliver is at the innate level and his talent is very high. It shouldn’t take long before he is in the running for the position of the chosen disciple. With these facts in place, do you think his cultivation value is low?”
They did not see eye-to-eye in this matter, and they would quarrel endlessly because of this problem. The Second Elder was unwilling to continue on like this, but the First Elder was adamant to get his way.
At this time, there was no need for Gresham to say anything. The firepower of the war was concentrated on the Elders, but the three people in the audience waited quietly. The only way anyone could tell what they were feeling was by the emotions in their eyes.
The First Elder wanted Oliver to fight. Whether the Eleventh Elder will choose Oliver or not, he would play a big role in this last disciple dispute, just as Gresham was worried about before. The First Elder wanted the three of them to let Oliver attack Gresham with improper means. At least let Gresham be bed-bound for a month or two so that the quota would fall smoothly to Calvert. The person backing Calvert was the Sixth Elder. Both he and Elder Sayer were Calvert’s unwavering supporters.
The Second Elder resolutely refused to let Oliver participate in the dispute of the last disciples. He was not a fool so naturally, he knew what the First Elder was planning. If he succeeds, Gresham would have a miserable end. The two people continued to quarrel for another fifteen minutes or so while all the other disciples stared at each other with wide eyes. They did not expect to see two Elders quarreling so ferociously today.
“I’m telling you! By doing this, you are depriving the disciples of the opportunity. As the Second Elder, you should consider every disciple and be impartial, but look at what you are doing now, taking away the opportunities for the other formal disciples…”
The Second Elder sneered and rolled his eyes. “I’m doing this for the sake of my disciples. It’s unfair for Oliver to participate in the competition of the last disciple. Everyone knows that he’s ranked eighth amongst the formal disciples! Calvert stands no chance against him at all..”
“Alright! That’s enough!” said Elder Godfrey, tired of their bickering. He let out a long sigh. The argument between the First Elder and the Second Elder was about to make his eardrums explode.
If it was before, he would not accept any last disciples at all. It was all because of the recent events that made him change his mind. He scoffed, and cast a cold glance at the First Elder and the Second Elder. Why are they getting so heated up when it was him who was the one recruiting the last disciple? He of course knew the answer to this question.
He turned to face the disciples in the audience. “I am grateful for your input, but at the end of the day, it is me who gets to decide who becomes my last disciple.