Uncle Meng was willing to come and serve as an instructor, so Qin Yang naturally raised both hands and both feet in agreement.
The Dao Sect had a fine tradition: humility so extreme it could practically be called arrogance.
Saying one was not skilled, when taken outside, roughly meant one had some understanding. By the Dao Sect's Nine-Story Building standard, that was probably around the fourth or fifth floor.
Saying one knew a little at least started from the seventh floor.
Saying it was alright at least meant the eighth floor.
If one was truly a little less modest and said one was quite skilled, that meant the ninth floor.
The Dao Sect never used phrases like "Who but me?" or "None can surpass me" about themselves.
There was certainly no problem with Uncle Meng serving as an academy head. Looking across the Great Wilderness, Uncle Meng's realm and strength might not have been the highest; he might not even have ranked among the top five.
But here came the crucial point: not even Candle Dragon dared bare his fangs at Uncle Meng. Whenever he saw Uncle Meng, he was exceedingly polite.
Because across the world, no one dared claim that they could survive a fight to the death against Meng Yi.
It was not a very fitting comparison, but he was like Qin Kun in ancient times.
Under normal circumstances, this fellow's realm and strength might not even have ranked in the top twenty, let alone the top ten.
But once he erupted, every single one of them could be counted in—he could even hack the Heavenly Emperor to death for you.
These great figures all had long good days ahead of them. Unless it was absolutely necessary, no one would go mad and offend a great figure like