It Was Time to Make Progress

No one dared look down on Ye Kang anymore. His cultivation might have been low, but Zhou Lao had already acknowledged his attainments in formations.

The lesson had not ended yet, so Ye Kang returned to his seat and continued listening to Zhou Lao's explanations.

He had a feeling that many questions in his mind had suddenly become clear, and his knowledge of modern formations was growing by the day.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Array Institute, in a vast room, Dean Qingsongzi was smiling as he poured tea.

"Now that you're the Head Scholar, Hongxiu, what brings you to see me?"

Qingsongzi pushed a cup of tea toward her, then took a sip of his own.

Su Hongxiu had no interest in tea. She grinned and said respectfully, "Grandpa Qingsong, I just missed you, that's all. You even held me when I was little."

"Hahahaha, you certainly know how to flatter an old man. What is it? Have you come to see that Ye Kang fellow?"

Qingsongzi had hit the nail on the head, but Su Hongxiu shook her head. "Of course not. I mainly wanted to discuss the training formations with you. But since that kid's here, you should at least give me your opinion of him, shouldn't you?"

Qingsongzi smiled wryly and shook his head. "You've always been such a clever little imp. You saw it yourself just now, didn't you? That kid's move startled even Zhou Lao. He has a real talent for formations. If he weren't with the Three Prefectures Department, I'd take him as my personal disciple."

"You're joking, Grandpa. It's not too late to take him in now. It wouldn't conflict with the Three Prefectures Department."

"What? Did you come here to persuade me to take him as a disciple?"

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