"Brother Meng, how much do you know about Biyou Academy? To be frank, I'm going with you this time just to broaden my horizons and see the world. Still, whenever I go somewhere new, I always do my homework. This time, though, no matter how many books I looked through, I could barely find anything about Biyou Academy. Why don't you tell me a little about it, so I don't embarrass myself—and you—when we get there?"
As they traveled aboard the flying vessel Meng Fan had prepared, with every comfort at their disposal, Xu Yi lounged in a soft wicker chair on the deck and asked, bored out of his mind.
It felt so good not having to worry about someone trying to take his life!
Standing at the bow and letting the wind blow over him, Meng Fan replied without turning around, "To be frank, all I know about Biyou Academy is that it's an extraordinary place. They say Biyou Academy is the ancestral root of the Western Continent world. Anyway, once you reach the level of a lord like me, the only way to advance further is to serve as a lecturer at Biyou Academy. Without that gilded credential, there's no chance of rising any higher."
Xu Yi said, "Lecturer sounds like a pretty prestigious position. But what do you lecture on? Honestly, Brother Meng, we've known each other for quite a while, yet I still don't know what you're good at."
Meng Fan was taken aback. He stared blankly for a long moment before saying, "Well, I'll have to give it some careful thought. In the end, I suppose they'll decide what they want me to do."
Meng Fan looked so guilty that Xu Yi grew even more curious.
What, exactly, would a grand institution like Biyou