“Scram!”
Su Yu curled his lips, turning hostile. Next time, he wouldn’t give you anything good!
..
Not long after, Su Yu found Ji Hong, the acting principal.
Six generations of the Ten Thousand Heavenly Saints had left his post. Ji Hong didn’t dare to be the seventh generation, and he felt that he couldn’t afford to be the acting principal. Thus, he was still the acting principal.
The successive six generations of principal became more and more terrifying. The seventh generation... wasn’t something an ordinary person could be. Even though the Great Xia Institute of civilization was in decline today, Ji Hong still felt that he couldn’t afford to be the acting principal.
The heart cultivation pavilion had been taken away by the myriad saints. Now, Ji Hong no longer had any intentions of building the heart cultivation pavilion.
He lived in a large courtyard within the Institute of Civilization.
