Other people's impressions of Ning Zhuo are vague; they start from intelligence, objective but not too personal.
Since they have already invested, Chu Xuangu and Song Taosheng naturally want Ning Zhuo to go further and climb higher.
Song Taosheng slightly closed his eyes and leaned his back against the chairback.
Chu Xuangu immediately understood that Song Taosheng intended to make him the vanguard while he held the reins.
Chu Xuangu smiled faintly and slowly stood up.
All the Confucian cultivators were sitting; Chu Xuangu's movement instantly drew everyone's attention, making them realize he had something to say, and they voluntarily fell silent.
Chu Xuangu glanced around, smiling: "Actually, whether to continue supporting this kid Ning Zhuo is fundamentally unnecessary to discuss."
"If you fancy this young man, just go ahead and give him a hand."
"Those who have concerns also have valid reasons; just observe quietly."
