This last sentence Hao Qi did not say aloud. In fact, he also knew that his college-level knowledge was a total sham, probably on par with a fifth or sixth-grader from the Primordial Era.
At this moment, Wu Nan spoke up: "Senior, I think Mr. Zhuge actually has good intentions. Putting aside whatever Martial Artist Era he mentioned—which still leaves me completely clueless—knowledge is priceless. The knowledge Mr. Zhuge teaches is systematic; it is knowledge from the previous Unified Government era, which we no longer possess in such completeness. To learn a complete set of this knowledge system would likely require spending a vast amount of time traveling to other seas, searching for those libraries that barely survived the wars, and paying a heavy price to acquire it. Knowledge is priceless, Senior. There is a saying where we come from: anything else might betray you, but your knowledge and your efforts will not."
The more Hao Qi listened, the darker his expression grew. Fine, everything Wu Nan said was the absolute truth, and he understood this logic as well, but what did that have to do with him needing to learn knowledge? He finally understood: he had been using his own mindset to guess the mindset of the people in this era. Although Wu Nan was a martial artist, there was one premise—he was a martial artist of this era, a martial artist who had not long ago emerged from the Primordial Mythical Era and was still basking in its afterglow. His most fundamental belief at he…
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