Qin Wufeng answered the call and asked confidently:
"When does Jiang Yan plan to come register at our Shendu Martial University?"
"Principal Qin, this..."
Sun Qi's words were hesitant and halting on the other end of the line.
Qin Wufeng still had not realized what had happened, so he continued asking, "Will he be coming later? That's fine, let him decide."
"Well, Principal Qin, Jiang Yan hasn't agreed to apply to our school yet."
The moment Qin Wufeng heard that, his expression changed. He inadvertently glanced at the Cangyuan Saber Saint beside him, then raised his voice several notches at the phone. "What? Didn't you tell him that the Cangyuan Saber Saint thinks highly of him?"
"Jiang Yan, he... he seems not to..."
Sun Qi found himself unable to voice his grievances. Was he supposed to say that Jiang Yan did not care in the slightest about the Cangyuan Saber Saint's guidance? Saying that would offend someone.
Qin Wufeng's tone turned more solemn. "Speak freely. Don't be afraid."
Sun Qi took a deep breath and finally said:
"What Jiang Yan wants is cultivation resources."
The moment those words fell, an eerie silence descended over the office.
What Sun Qi meant was—Jiang Yan considered tangible cultivation resources far more useful than some illusory Martial Saint's guidance.
To people who had seen the vast world, cultivation resources were merely things outside the body, so plentiful that they could not even use them all up.
But guidance from a Peak Martial Saint was not something one could obtain whenever one wished. Martial Saints represented the pinnacle of Blue Star Martial Dao. Their understanding of martial arts had reached a miraculous, godlike level. A few casual pointers could benefit a martial artist immensely, perhaps even lead to sudden enlightenment, and would be of great