To be honest, Feng Jun considered his question merely a formality. He did not think they would actually hand over any books.
Leaving aside everything else, the eleven-story High Tower alone proved their foundations and status.
This was probably the highest-ranked Wizard Academy on the entire continent. How could they possibly admit defeat so easily?
As for the caretaker's earlier display of weakness, wasn't that perfectly normal?
As long as someone was human, they would not go looking for death. It was only natural that they would want to negotiate for survival.
Yet Feng Jun truly did not think they could produce any books—if they wanted to yield, would the academy have left books behind when it evacuated?
However, something unexpected did happen.
An elderly man with skin like chicken and hair like a crane drifted out of the tower. He was a True Wizard.
He cupped his hands toward the two of them. "Xi Zong of Xinxuefang Academy greets the two Cultivator lords."
Feng Jun paused for a moment, then answered with a smile, "You seem to know quite a lot, sir."
He had no interest in introducing himself. If they had investigated him, they should know that he was called Shi Jie.
As for Yi Jue, he had even less desire to introduce her—was someone like him worthy of knowing a True Venerable's name?
However, True Wizard Xi Zong did not mind his rudeness, nor did he explain why he knew a greeting used only by Cultivators.
He asked frankly, "You previously said that you did not care about Wizard cultivation methods?"
"That's right." Feng Jun nodded decisively. "We have no use for anything in the Wizard System."
Those words were exceedingly rude, yet Xi Zong let out a long breath upon hearing them. "If that is the