Skill Training Tales

After the welcome ceremony ended, Wenren Sheng returned to his office. He had no classes today.

In fact, he had much more freedom now than before. Whenever he had spare time, he would schedule classes and notify the trainees to attend. If he had a mysterious incident to handle and no time, he would have them practice at home on their own.

Leaning back on the sofa, he recalled the scene of Old Zhao collapsing earlier.

The man possessed such overwhelming strength, yet he had been publicly humiliated. Clearly, an Anomaly had seized the perfect moment—not too early, not too late, but right when Old Zhao was at his proudest. That slap to the face would leave him too ashamed to show it for a long time.

It seemed Old Zhao was still a notch below him. Even with Old Wu's Otherworldly Resonance, he was still some distance from Wenren Sheng. Without direct support from Wenren Sheng's talent, Old Zhao would not have been unable to withstand the blow with sixfold Mystery Resistance.

But after making one move, would the other party make a second? What trump cards did Old Zhao still have? You could be a thief for a thousand days, but you could not guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Wenren Sheng was prepared to wait and see.

Just as he was thinking that, the office door suddenly opened.

"Why are you here? You didn't attend the meeting either." Wenren Sheng looked up to see Wei Yiqing walk in.

"Call those people. I want to establish a safe zone here," she said directly.

"Oh? Why?" Wenren Sheng asked in surprise.

"I don't want random junk affecting my mood while I'm playing games." Wei Yiqing made no attempt to hide it.

Wenren Sheng pondered. "So some random junk