After all, it was just a single spot.
Even if he was dissatisfied, there was no need to create discord with the elders over such a trivial matter and tarnish the reputation of Taixu Gate.
But in his heart, he truly felt discontent.
The Taixu Sect Master, over three hundred years old, had the appearance of a middle-aged man. His hair was thick and jet black, reflecting his emphasis on "maintaining health." His features were calm, with a hint of unhurried ease.
There was a subtle air of displeasure around him, coupled with resignation:
"Even if there's camaraderie, that doesn't mean everything must be done according to the whims of those great families."
"A sect should possess its own dignity."
*Yet, despite saying these words internally, he unfolded the resume in his hand. With just one glance, he froze in surprise.*
The Taixu Sect Master lifted his head and looked at the elder who had handed him the resume, saying, "You didn't make a mistake?"