A silence fell over the table at Yang Jing's words.
"True. With Junior Brother Yang's talent, becoming a True Disciple is as easy as reaching into his pocket."
Wang Xu said, his expression conflicted.
Everyone at the table had managed to secure a minor official post in the Northern Army Governor's Mansion thanks to their Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation. Their family backgrounds and innate talent were certainly nothing to scoff at. But in truth, they were all failures from the Sect's internal struggle for the rank of True Disciple.
It was precisely because they had failed that they sought other paths, coming to serve in the Northern Army Governor's Mansion in search of an opportunity to reach Core Formation.
Everyone at the table could see that Pei Jizhen had arranged this banquet to set up Yang Jing with Yang Jingxu. Yang Jing's words were clearly a tactful rejection.
