A chill ran down Han Feng's spine.
The dangers of this world far exceeded his imagination.
"Of course, it's a different story if you have powerful backing,"
Zhang Hao said, his tone shifting.
"If your dad was a Grandmaster, or if you had an uncle in the Enlightenment Realm serving on the council, then you could sign whatever you want."
"Even if you gave those corporations a mountain of courage, they wouldn't dare try anything funny with you."
"If anything happened, they couldn't afford to face the wrath of a powerful expert."
"But what about you?"
Zhang Hao looked at him.
"You're just like me—an ordinary person with no background."
"So, remember my words."
Zhang Hao stared into his eyes.
"For people like us, until we're strong enough to flip the table, the safest bet is to only eat from the school's bowl."
"Go get your Talent assessed, get a rating, and then just obediently collect the public benefits provided by the university."
