The old man had just placed his hands on the desk and was about to sit down. Hearing this, he stood up again and looked at Qian Jin. "Alright. As long as you recite the profiles and meritorious battles of two hundred illustrious generals, I will plead the dean to provide the winner of the 40th ranking of the Hundred Battle Ranking List with another batch of provisions so that you will have double the resources."
A string of harsh pants rang out in the classroom. To enumerate the personal information of two hundred famous generals had already been exhausting work, let alone their respective merits. Well, it seemed an unattainable task.
"Your words…" Qian Jin looked into the old man seriously, "Do count or not?"
"Hahaha." The old man made a wild laugh and thumped his chest loudly. "I am Nanmen Xiangrong! How could my words be invalid?"
