Ye Wanwan was stunned and murmured to herself, “Could they be the same person… or perhaps… He Lianjue is President Yi’s twin brother…?”
Otherwise, there was no way they could look so similar, right?
Ye Wanwan was deep in thought when the young man said, “Miss Nie, the President’s lecture hasn’t finished yet. Please wait momentarily.”
“Okay.”
And so, Ye Wanwan found a spot in the back to sit down and started listening to President Yi’s lecture since it was a rare opportunity.
Yi Lingjun was extremely prestigious, and no one in the Independent State didn’t know him. Ye Wanwan was no exception.
The man on the stage looked to be in his 40s. His long, black hair was casually tied behind him. He wore a long, white robe with silver embroidered borders, contributing to his immortal Daoist persona.
No wonder he was the top master of the Twelve Independent States. He truly had the demeanor of one.
“In martial arts, although there are differences in talent, what remains unchanged is morals. In the realm of martial spirit, martial morals are at the peak. Regardless of how martially talented someone is, if their morals and virtues are lacking, they won’t be considered the best. What a martial practitioner trains is their temperament and what they should avoid the most is being aggressively petitive…”
On the stage, Yi Lingjun’s lecture won everyone’s reverence, and even Ye Wanwan felt her spirit elevate and started feeling ashamed of her previous petitiveness.
At the same time, Ye Wanwan was more certain of one thing.
The man on the stage absolutely couldn’t be that old freak that everyone loathed in the Independent State, He Lianjue!
He Lianjue might be extremely acplished in martial arts, but his virtue and character were truly too terrible.
In Ye Wanwan’s memory, that guy was so abominable that everyone wanted to hold him to the ground and pummel him, but unfortunately, no one was capable of pummeling him.
After the lecture ended, Ye Wanwan followed the young man and woman to the backstage.
A moment later, Yi Lingjun slowly entered the backstage.
“President,” the young man and woman immediately greeted him as they walked forward.
“So this is Miss Worriless Nie from Yun City?” Yi Lingjun’s gaze landed on Ye Wanwan.
Although the man carried the imposing aura of a leader around him, it wasn’t imperious or overbearing and didn’t make people feel too suppressed.
“That’s right. We’ve invited Miss Nie here.” The young man nodded.
Ye Wanwan turned to Yi Lingjun and imperceptibly surveyed him before promptly standing up. “Hello, President Yi… Um, may I boldly ask you a question…”
Yi Lingjun nodded. “Of course you can. What do you want to ask, Miss Nie?”
Ye Wanwan was seriously too curious and couldn’t help but ask, “May I ask… do you have a twin brother or something?”
When Yi Lingjun heard this, his expression didn’t shift at all, and Ye Wanwan couldn’t detect any flaws. “I don’t. Why do you ask, Miss Nie?”
Ye Wanwan shook her head and stifled the question in her mind. “Nothing. Why did you have someone bring me here, President Yi?”
“I heard that you provoked quite the wave in Yun City and declared that you would amend the rules and structure of the Independent State. Is that correct?” Yi Lingjun asked Ye Wanwan.
Ye Wanwan was startled.
In the end, Ye Wanwan nodded. “That’s right. Doesn’t President Yi also think that the Independent State’s rules and system are too decrepit?”
“Some of the rules and structure of the Independent State were passed down from ancient times to the present. They aren’t something you can amend simply because you want to,” Yi Lingjun responded indifferently.
“I don’t think so. For example, the rule that residents of the Independent State can’t marry outsiders—why? What’s wrong about deciding one’s own life partner?” Ye Wanwan retorted with a frown.
“These are rules left behind by our ancestors. We must obey them and can’t change them merely because of an individual,” Yi Lingjun said.
“Even though they aren’t reasonable?”
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