"Sir, what did you think of this poem?"
Bai Jing asked expectantly.
Wang Tingzhi nodded again and again.
"Mm. 'Since ancient times, sages and worthies have all known loneliness; only drinkers leave their names behind.' Excellent, excellent. Where is this person now?"
"He is within the academy."
"Oh? The man you rescued earlier?"
"Precisely."
"A rogue cultivator from the countryside possesses such poetic talent?" Wang Tingzhi frowned in thought.
"Sir, do you think this person... has the qualifications to enter the academy and study?" Bai Jing voiced her thoughts.
Wang Tingzhi fell silent for a moment. "Entering the academy does not depend solely on such things. One's background is also exceedingly important."
"I understand. I merely feel it would be a pity. His character is also... exceedingly good."
Bai Jing could not help recalling how he had acted when Lan Qing had made things difficult for him at the banquet.
That was precisely why Bai Jing disliked Lan Qing.
Lan Qing's family background, appearance, cultivation foundation—everything about her was good.
Unfortunately, she acted far too childishly, making it impossible for Bai Jing to like her.
Wang Tingzhi rose to his feet and hesitated for a long while.
"This man is fated with Xiangshan Academy. Bring him here and make him an unregistered disciple, then observe him for a time."
Bai Jing was overjoyed.
To be accepted as an unregistered disciple by Xiangshan Academy was already an immense gift to rogue cultivators outside.
As an unregistered disciple, one would have the qualifications.
To become a registered disciple, or even a direct disciple.
Though with his status as a rogue cultivator and his family background, that was unlikely.
Still, such precedents were not unheard of.
Back then, Shu Mountain had once declared to the world—
"Everyone can tread the path to immortality!"