Although Zhao Qingtan said he trusted Su Junyu and took the blame upon himself, Feng Pan still did not dare slacken.
Although the Immortal Alliance's laws had long forbidden Modern Dharma Cultivators from killing one another, even a famously murderous star like Wang Qi had never stabbed one of his own outside of "sparring"—of course, causing others to suffer qi deviation through papers did not count; that was force majeure.
But the power wielded by a Void Refining cultivator was more than a tiny sect could afford to offend.
Thus, Feng Pan still delivered the prepared script, saying with a mournful face, "Senior, this truly isn't our fault! Look, this... this is all material Senior Wang Qi discussed nearly ten years ago."
"Yes, yes..." Zhao Qingtan took the script and flipped through it casually. Only then did he feel at ease.
It really was something Wang Qi had once said.
Many years ago, Wang Qi had given a lecture at an immortal academy—back then, the academy system had not even been established.
Wang Qi had said that one could not learn mathematics by starting only from the driest material—just as one could not learn boxing without knowing the grandeur of mastery in the martial arts, or learn painting without knowing what beauty the art of brush and ink could reveal.
Although he advocated climbing upward through a vast sea of problems, he had also said that people needed to understand the wonders of mathematics so that beginners could take greater interest in it.
This did not even count as scholarship. At most, it was an educational "advocacy."
But Wang Qi now carried that kind of weight.
A lecture he had given years ago could be remembered by those who cared.
They had even launched a whole series of... courses, or