Watching Song Changming leave, the old dean was lost in thought.
"Someone so valued by Emperor Yun, aren't you going to keep him for a chat?" Inside the hall, another older gentleman of unknown age walked out and asked.
"Time is long ahead; speaking a few words now won't reveal much. Besides, whether this young man will play an important role is not determined by others' opinions but by what he ultimately accomplishes and to what heights he can reach..."
The old dean spoke indifferently, unconcerned.
"Isn't it enough for him to slay a Demon King at such an age? Perhaps in the future of the Human Race, we might have one more emperor!" The old gentleman walked up beside the old dean, continuing the topic.
The old dean shook his head, his eyes deep, "Even if there's one more Emperor Yun, what's the difference? The wheels of history, not even ten Emperor Yuns could turn them!"
Upon hearing this, the old gentleman furrowed his brows, "There's still time."
