True Lord Chengyang!
Zhang Junsheng was dazed for a long while before realizing that Jiang Ding was calling him.
"May your words come true."
"Thank you."
Zhang Junsheng thanked him for no apparent reason. After a moment of silence, he said, "Magnetic Origin True Lord is seventy or eighty years older than me. He was my senior schoolmate. Back then, he earned his undergraduate degree at Clearwind University before getting into Big Dipper University for graduate school."
"Mm."
A sour ache rose in Jiang Ding's heart, and he nodded gently.
"Among my students, Wu Mengsha has the highest talent and cultivation. This year, she is four hundred and fifty, nearly five hundred years old, yet she is still polishing her spiritual power and divine sense. Several decades ago, she resigned from her position as a researcher at the Great Sun Ruins Laboratory and began traveling through the various small realms, tempering her Dao heart."
Reluctance filled Zhang Junsheng's heart as he continued.
"Compared to her peers, she is already exceptional. She obtained an opportunity to form the Nascent Soul."
"A few days ago, we spoke. She will still need around a hundred years before she begins attempting Nascent Soul formation."
"Mm."
Once again, Jiang Ding clearly sensed time flowing before his eyes. It seemed that something was about to leave him.
"The emergency salvage excavation of the Great Sun Ruins is an important field. The immortal Dao explorations of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion over hundreds of thousands of years, perhaps even longer, are contained within it. Excavating them will greatly benefit the Immortal Gate."
"Now it seems that if Wu Mengsha cannot form the Nascent Soul early, and succeed at it, then you will have to take over as professor of this field yourself."
Zhang Junsheng sighed softly. "In