But Zheng Fa's next words caught everyone even more off guard.
"Dean of the Agricultural College, Qian Qi, Master Qian."
The three thousand disciples slowly turned their heads, their gazes landing on a slightly plump middle-aged man in the crowd.
Master Qian stood among the crowd, looking at Zheng Fa, almost unable to believe his ears.
In a daze, he saw Zheng Fa smiling at him:
"Master Qian? Are you willing to accept this position as dean?"
He began to nod involuntarily.
"Then please come up."
Master Qian slowly lifted his steps, walking out of the crowd.
The other disciples he passed by looked at him with eyes full of curiosity, surprise, and even scrutiny.
He understood why this was so—due to the Sect Leader's favor, he had reached the Golden Core only last year, much stronger than before.
Yet, compared to the mentors on the platform who were at least at the Nascent Soul level, his cultivation was still lacking.
