After hearing Feng Jun's answer, the experts who had come were instantly dumbfounded.
One of the experts had a rather fiery temper and simply could not hold it in any longer. "A liberal arts monk... isn't this complete nonsense?"
Lin Beauty gave a look, and someone immediately came over and half-forcibly escorted the expert away. Then she smiled apologetically at Feng Jun. "I'm sorry. Academic types tend to be blunt and like to discuss matters on their merits. It wasn't meant as an insult to you."
"Of course I don't mind," Feng Jun replied indifferently. "It's good to keep things simple. I also hope that academics focus on academia instead of becoming social activists."
Since he had said that, another expert could not help speaking up. "Then let me presumptuously ask: if Mr. Feng is a liberal arts monk, why was he invited to assess the reliability of these plans?"
"I didn't want to do this either." Feng Jun spread his hands, answering helplessly. "Steward Lin came looking for me and insisted that I offer my opinion. I was basically forced into it."
Seeing him shift the blame onto her, Lin Beauty could only answer through gritted teeth. "Mr. Feng is highly skilled in Changes Numerology and Six Lines, with powerful predictive abilities. We all have great faith in him. It took considerable effort to persuade him to help this time."
"Changes Numerology? Six Lines?" The expert's facial muscles twitched continuously, and six words were plainly written in his eyes: Are you fucking kidding me?
"Mysticism?" Another expert frowned. Even among academics, attitudes toward mysticism varied. Some firmly refused to believe in it, some hovered between belief and disbelief, and some were even fanatical believers.
Otherwise, why would people say that "the end of science is mysticism"?
The man looked