Halfway through the meal, Flender looked at Qin Ming and clicked his tongue in admiration.
"Qin Ming, the students you taught are quite impressive. Every one of them can be considered elite, and they're all strong—especially those two Soul Ancestor students."
Qin Ming smiled awkwardly and shook his head with full awareness of his own limits.
"Dean Flender, you flatter me."
"Actually, it isn't because I taught them well. Those children were naturally gifted to begin with. Coupled with their excellent backgrounds and the academy pouring resources into their training, that's why they cultivated so quickly and attained such strength."
"As for the two Soul Ancestor students you mentioned, Dean... sigh..."
Qin Ming paused and suddenly let out a sigh. Yet he did not continue. Instead, he raised his cup and took a somewhat gloomy sip of wine.
Hearing the two mention the Heaven Dou Royal Team's two Soul Ancestors, Yu Xiaogang, who sat beside Flender, suddenly snapped out of his daze. His eyes lit up as he looked over, apparently greatly interested.
Watching Qin Ming hesitate beside him, Zhao Wuji, ever blunt and impatient, slapped the table.
"What are you sighing for, brat? What can't you say in front of us?"
Flender was not quite so impatient. He glanced at Qin Ming, whose face had suddenly turned bitter, and after pondering for a moment, seemed to guess something. Setting down his wine cup, he asked:
"Is it because you don't get along with those two girls?"
Qin Ming gave an awkward smile.
"You saw through it, Dean?"
Flender rolled his eyes and replied irritably:
"Of course. It's so obvious even an idiot could tell."
Zhao Wuji scratched his head beside them.
"Is that so? Why couldn't I tell?"
Flender shot him a speechless glance. So you were an idiot.