Throughout the afternoon, there was a constant knock at the door, so Jiang Yan simply left it wide open.
The recruitment teachers from Dongxing Martial University, Nanxuan Martial University, Xicang Martial University, and Beimian Martial University—several Martial Arts Universities renowned far and wide—sat together, making the already cramped living room feel even more crowded.
"Brother Jiang Yan, our Xicang Martial University Vice Principal uses a saber just like you. As long as you agree to apply to Xicang Martial University, we're willing to promise you a place as the Vice Principal's personal disciple."
"Who says that practicing the saber means you have to join Xicang Martial University? Jiang Yan has already mastered Blade Momentum at this age. Comprehending Blade Intent in the future is merely a matter of time."
"Besides, grasping the profound principles of Blade Intent takes decades at every turn. By then, Jiang Yan will have graduated long ago."
"Hmph, Yuan Xinfeng, don't go too far!"
"Hehe, I'm merely stating the facts. As for the truth, everyone knows it in their hearts."
The recruitment teachers from Xicang Martial University and Beimian Martial University began arguing. Looking at them now, where was the bearing expected of teachers?
Everyone else filled out their applications with the utmost caution, terrified of being squeezed out by others. When had they ever had the luxury of picking a school?
But it was different for Jiang Yan. The teachers from several Martial Arts Universities famed across Blue Star had completely torn off their masks here, throwing tantrums and rolling about without a shred of concern for their image, all just to fight over where Jiang Yan would end up.
Comparisons really could infuriate people to death. If those students cautiously filling in their applications, terrified of being rejected, saw this scene, they would probably