After hearing all that empty flattery,
Qian Renchuan's expression finally eased a little.
So what if it had no substance?
Things without substance tasted the best!
And sounded the best!!!
No wonder emperors in the past always favored treacherous ministers.
Just listening to these words, I could tell who was loyal and who was treacherous, all right?
What kind of loyal minister went out of his way to make me miserable every day?
That was a supervillain!!!
Meanwhile, another group of pretty upper-year girls pushed Zhang Meng and the others aside and swarmed around him.
Every one of them was fresh-faced and lovely, their fitted Spirit Academy uniforms showing off their youthful beauty, their eyes bright and alluring.
The gazes they directed at Qian Renchuan were positively scorching.
Every one of them wished she could press herself right against him, gather him into her arms, and lavish him with affection.
"Eldest Young Master, I'm an upperclasswoman from the Fourth-Year Class. My name is Meimei. Your second Soul Skill just now was so cool!"
"You must work so hard at your training, junior. Would you like your big sister to bring you something extra for lunch?"
"Little Eldest Young Master, you're so handsome! I'm from the Fifth-Year Class. I just love cute little boys like you..."
Before long,
those upper-year girls had surrounded Qian Renchuan, constantly casting flirtatious glances his way.
They were trying to catch his attention and win his favor.
After all, Qian Renchuan's status spoke for itself.
The Pope's eldest son.
And an unrivaled prodigy whose talent was unprecedented throughout the ages.
He was destined to become one of the central figures wielding power in Spirit Hall.
Anyone who managed to establish a connection with him now would surely soar to the heavens in a single step later.