Xue Jing pushed away the arm draped over his shoulder and smiled noncommittally, "Oh? Is that so?"
Seeing that Xue Jing didn't seem too concerned, Wei Junwu scratched his head, unable to come up with anything else, and sighed,
"...Moreover, he's a prodigy with an inherently high Spiritual Level, very strong in using his spiritual power... He even wrote a martial arts paper that won an award."
Xue Jing raised an eyebrow, "Oh really... What did he write, 'My Army Master Mentor'?"
Wei Junwu replied helplessly, "No, it was a paper on how to scientifically train the computational ability of spiritual consciousness..."
Xue Jing waved his hand, "Alright, no need to say more, I get what you mean."
As Xue Jing walked forward, not looking back, he said:
"Wei... Old Wei, it's only because you mean well that I patiently listened to so much irrelevant nonsense about Zhou Yinglin."
