After Qin Yan gave him a definite answer, Shen Wanqian laughed heartily and raised his wine cup to clink it against Qin Yan's.
"Good! Brother Qin, you're straightforward!"
He drained it in one gulp, his face full of smiles.
"If Brother Qin ever needs help in the future, come find me. I'll do my best to help with whatever I can."
For a Special-Class Disciple like Qin Yan, who had no backing, Shen Wanqian's help at this moment was undoubtedly timely aid in a snowstorm.
Offering a helping hand during one's hardest and most unfamiliar times was far more precious than helping after they had already achieved success and fame.
As for the other Special-Class Disciples, powerful factions stood behind them. They had no need for his little bit of help.
At most, he could only add flowers to the brocade; his assistance was neither here nor there.
That was why he valued Qin Yan especially highly!
As a local force of the Mystic Realm and a Core Disciple of the Myriad Treasures Chamber of Commerce, he knew better than anyone just how valuable Special-Class Disciples were!
They were "True King Seeds"!
True Kings—the Tenth Rank—were beings beyond Ninth-Rank Venerables, true powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of martial arts.
When a Tenth-Rank True King unleashed their full power, they could destroy an entire Small World!
Such power exceeded ordinary people's imagination. It was enough to destroy heaven and earth, to reshape the world itself.
In many Small Worlds, the strongest experts were only Ninth-Rank Venerables.
The Martial Artists of those Small Worlds might not even see a True King in their entire lives.
To them, True Kings were legendary beings, figures from myth.
Moreover, Tenth-Rank True Kings had lifespans of up to ten thousand years!
What did ten thousand years