Back then, the dean had apparently invited Lord Bai Fenghua himself to serve as a guest teacher and assess Ye Qinglan. Whether Bai Fenghua would rig the match and give Ye Qinglan an easy pass was not their concern. At the time, they could not beat Ye Qinglan, much less Bai Fenghua.
Now Bai Fenghua was an academy teacher, and the gap between his strength and Ye Chuqi's was too great. Ye Qinglan was a more suitable choice—of course, whether Ye Qinglan would give Ye Chuqi an easy pass was not their concern either.
Or rather, their understanding of Ye Qinglan's integrity and stubbornness was already deeply ingrained. His pride would never allow him to cheat at something like this.
He also did not think Ye Chuqi needed him to cheat for her to pass. It was merely a qualification assessment, not a fight to the death. He had no idea what these teachers were so nervous about. Did they think Ye Chuqi would kill an assistant teacher if they sent one up there?
Was losing to Ye Chuqi as a teacher really so embarrassing? They ought to get used to such things sooner rather than later. They were there to teach students, not to prove they were teachers by overpowering them.
Of course, Ye Qinglan would not refuse such a request.
And so, when Ye Chuqi saw Ye Qinglan standing on her assessment platform, she was genuinely stunned.
"Brother?"
"Mm." Ye Qinglan nodded and glanced at the Thousand-Leaf Sword at Ye Chuqi's waist.
Ye Chuqi felt her throat tighten. Although she thought she was quite formidable, she did not think she could beat Ye Qinglan. She understood both her own strength and his very well. The siblings sparred whenever they had the chance. Ye Qinglan was deeply interested in