Vice Dean Jiang remained calm as he scrutinized the unfamiliar man sitting in the wheelchair with ten million compound eyes. A million of those compound eyes were specifically designed to observe bodily structures, and they immediately detected that the other man was unusual.
"Yu Jing, who is this person to you?"
"To be honest, Vice Dean Jiang, he's my master from the Dark Forces. He helped me cultivate my physical body."
"Master? You dragged things out and insisted on appearing at the very end, making me worry for nothing. Since that's the case, let your master participate in the performance. I don't want to waste too much energy here..."
The overbearing Vice Dean Jiang actually took the initiative to yield his position. His body transformed into countless crawling insects before re-forming in the audience stands. This action left some ordinary members and disciples of the special affairs offices seated in the lower section only half-understanding the situation, and they began discussing it animatedly.
"Vice Dean Jiang is probably trying to conserve his strength. Since someone has stepped up to die, let him go die."
"I think it's rather suspicious. That guy in the wheelchair looks completely full of himself, and he speaks with a distinctly sarcastic tone. Yet Vice Dean Jiang isn't angry at all—he actually turned around and left."
"I think he's just a clown. Have you ever seen a strong expert with incomplete limbs?"
Regardless of how the people in the lower section discussed it, Vice Dean Jiang returned to his seat with a solemn expression and addressed Special Commissioner Liang at length. "Your disciple really did find himself a good master. It's just a pity that the souls in both his legs have been shattered for decades. Otherwise, with his strength, he should be able to