After the meeting adjourned, everyone hurried away.
The news Wang Qi had brought was simply too explosive.
Although Wang Qi had always advocated a "discussion group" style of exchange, where all participating Mathematicians stood on equal footing, taking turns to explain their thoughts and learning while helping each other improve, it could not be denied that the Ji Sect had been founded too recently and lacked a solid foundation. Most of its members had yet to mature. They had only gathered together under Wang Qi's influence.
And Wang Qi's reputation was simply too great, his level too high. Thus, that atmosphere had not truly taken shape yet.
Although, because Wang Qi was a Conquest Envoy and had to travel everywhere, the Ji Sect often held exchanges on their own without him.
Even then, however, they followed the blueprint Wang Qi had laid out in advance.
Perhaps in another thirty or fifty years, the Ji Sect would be able to remain intact even without Wang Qi.
But at this stage, losing Wang Qi would be a fatal blow to the Ji Sect.
No one wanted Wang Qi to suffer a deviation because of ideological issues.
They needed some time to steady their minds before facing the next round of challenges.
Only Chen Youjia remained in the meeting room, simply looking at Wang Qi.
"Wang Qi... can you promise me one thing...?"
"No!"
The answer was utterly decisive.
Chen Youjia's mouth pulled downward in grievance, her brows knitting slightly. She looked as though she were deeply hurt.
"You're going too far. You didn't even listen to what I wanted to ask." Chen Youjia said.
"Ah, Junior Sister, I know exactly what you want to say right now, so there's nothing to discuss. Impossible. No room for negotiation." Wang Qi sat on the