Sect Tournament: Our Master Sent a Four-Year-Old, No Guilt?

Every year the sects hold their trials, and every single disciple in our sect can't be bothered to go. The last time we sent anyone to compete was back when the sect was first founded. Everyone out there laughs at us in the Alchemy Sect, calls us a pack of good-for-nothings who can't even train up a single decent disciple. The Grandmaster got angry about it, angry for exactly one moment. Then he kicked me, his four-year-old kid, straight off to the trial grounds.