Would my cheap martial nephew, so far away in Nephe, want to betray the sect if he heard this?
Yu Lian looked at his senior apprentice brother, who seemed to take it all for granted. For a moment, he felt that the reason that child Juque had been taken into the sect probably wasn't his talent as a psion, but his knack for management.
"Let me tell you, little junior brother: I didn't take that child Mingzhao in because I'd discovered any psionic talent. His talent is only average among psions. Even if he practiced diligently every day for his entire life, it would be difficult for him to become a Saint. In fact, with his level of talent, forcing him to become a Saint might do him harm."
Hey, hey, hey! That child Juque was still the third-generation senior brother of the Psionic Research Society, at least. Didn't he deserve to save some face?
"But he has an innate gift for leadership and business management, and that's rare. Little junior brother, few people understand business, and even fewer understand business and know how to make the occult accessible to ordinary people. Someone like that, with average psionic talent to boot, is practically a hidden dragon or young phoenix."
At senior brother's age, "hidden dragon or young phoenix" was probably a compliment, right?
"Yes. That boy even hopes to resign from his official post and come back to study. He's always thought that his lack of progress in cultivation wasn't his own fault, but the fault of his circumstances. He figures that if he could study at the academy, he'd break through to the Fourth Ring."
"And what did you say?"
"I told him that with his abilities, anything below the Fourth Ring would drive him mad the moment he