He wondered what class of disciple this young master Qin Yan was. Judging by the methods Qin Yan had displayed, he was probably a Second-Class Disciple, or even a First-Class Disciple!
As for a Special-Class Disciple, he did not think Qin Yan fit the bill.
Special-Class Disciples of the sanctuary were monsters among monsters—status, background, and talent; none could be lacking.
Which one of them had not come from a prestigious family?
Which one had not been piled high with countless resources since childhood?
Which one did not possess that innate nobility and the pressure of one accustomed to a position of power?
Yet Qin Yan's performance just now did not resemble that of someone with a powerful background.
He lacked the refined bearing of a Noble Clan's heir, the pride of royal descendants, and that inborn sense of oppression.
He was like an utterly ordinary young man; toss him into a crowd, and no one would be able to pick him out.
Having served in the Shadow Guard Bureau for so many years, he had seen all kinds of people. He had enough confidence in his own judgment.
Still, even if Qin Yan was not a Special-Class Disciple, or even a First-Class Disciple, but merely a Second-Class Disciple, he was worthy of serious treatment!
Such was the prestige of sanctuary disciples.
Even the most ordinary sanctuary disciple was a genius among geniuses outside.
And that was only in the Outer Academy. Once he entered the Inner Academy, his status would become even more exalted whenever he went out.
By then, even their city lord would have to treat him with respect upon seeing him!
"Let's go. We're returning to the bureau."
With that, Zhao Lei waved his large hand and led the Shadow Guards away, escorting Zhu Ming as