For someone of Fang Qianyuan's standing, even a single word of praise for an ordinary disciple like Wang Ran was an enormous helping hand.
Though he might soon forget the man and never mention him again, his subordinates could not ignore the fact that Wang Ran had "found favor in the sovereign's heart." In case his name came up again someday, they would likely have to promote him and entrust him with important duties, proving that the Grand Commander had "unerring judgment" and "an eye for pearls."
The Mystic School's Dharma Dao had a Dao Fruit through which spoken words became law. In the Age of Declining Dharma, words no longer became law in the true sense, but at least within the human order and the New Administration, Fang Qianyuan could already make it so that "whoever I say is capable is capable-even if he isn't." That, too, could be called a golden mouth speaking jade words.
For now, however, Fang Qianyuan had not considered so much. After looking everyone over, he offered guidance to several more Warriors who caught his eye.
They all shared one characteristic: they came from the ranks of Inner Disciples or above. One was even a True Disciple with an established position and boundless prospects!
His name was Zuoqiutang. He had once been an exceptional genius, a truly outstanding talent, studying under an Earth Rank Elder.
But his luck had been decidedly poor. He had squandered several excellent opportunities to advance. After finally accumulating enough reserves, just when success seemed all but certain, he suffered grievous injuries while fighting on behalf of a junior sister. After more than a year slipped away, the world around him had changed beyond recognition.
Cultivation was like rowing against the current: to stop advancing was to fall back. No