True Immortal Chen Yang had not lived this long for nothing. The moment he heard the other party call itself a remnant soul, he immediately stopped asking questions.
Any remnant soul that dared show itself voluntarily—anyone who truly believed it was just a remnant soul was the fool.
Qing Ping rather wanted to keep asking, but seeing that even the Nascent Soul senior said nothing, he hesitated.
Just then, Roland asked him softly, "What are you talking about? Why does Feng Jun seem a little unhappy?"
"Good news," Qing Ping said with a smile, his attention immediately diverted. "They agreed to help me sort out a cultivation system."
"Ah, that's wonderful!" Roland was so excited she nearly jumped up. She openly liked Qing Ping, and she could also feel his concern for her. She knew a little about the dispute over cultivation and how it had unfolded.
In her eyes, Qing Ping's personal combat strength was already unimaginably formidable. He could take on several commander-class insects alone without trouble—while Federation warriors could only achieve that through warships.
Yet what frustrated her was that Qing Ping was actually the weakest of the three. Feng Jun's cultivation did not seem especially high, but his combat strength might have been the greatest among them.
She did not look down on Qing Ping for his lower combat strength, but because of it, he had no authority to decide whether to teach her cultivation methods. That left her quite helpless—since the insectoids were everyone's common enemy, could they not help improve an ally's combat strength?
However, Roland could only keep such regret to herself. She was certain of one thing: if Qing Ping had not entertained this idea, those other two would never have considered it at all. So she could only rely on him.