Fu Qian had been telling the truth. He really hadn't looked into the academy's personnel matters much.
"Weilong."
Perhaps realizing Fu Qian had no reason to lie about this, the Mythical Form before him fell silent for a moment, then finally introduced himself.
It was indeed an unfamiliar name.
"Spirit Ash?"
"Spirit Ash."
Having given his name, he readily confirmed Fu Qian's next question.
"Demigod?"
"Demigod."
"Then you're pretty impressive!"
Fu Qian pointed at Weilong.
"Isn't it a little too effortless for you to maintain your Mythical Form?"
Old Man Logan had once said that even he could fight in Mythical Form at any time only because he was half a step away from becoming a divine emissary.
But in terms of how easy and effortless it looked, he was still utterly outclassed by the man in front of him.
Brother Weilong gave the impression that he could sit through two math classes in Mythical Form without a problem.
"Haha..."
Weilong let out another low laugh.
"As expected of a true demigod. That was your first reaction."
"The mind is the foundation of all existence."
After the compliment, Weilong explained in an even tone, seemingly in no hurry at all.
"If you can understand that, you'll find the negative effects of Mythical Form easier to endure."
"Of course, I know people from your Apocalypse prefer to study how to grow a dragon from a drop of blood."
"Not just that."
Fu Qian recalled a research project he'd once seen from a colleague.
"Some people are also devoted to figuring out how to turn a dragon into a girl."
"Utterly pointless!"
Weilong snorted, displaying exactly the disdain Fu Qian had expected.
"If I wanted to, I could make a dragon believe it was a woman in just a few minutes."
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