"You can't even do such a minor thing well? Scram!"
Wan Kangcheng shouted at his assistant. After sending her away, he leaned against his chair and rubbed his face with his hands. He felt so mentally tired!
Sun Mo and the others had entered the Black-White Game for a year. Right now, there were no signs that they were going to return. Most probably, they must have followed in the footsteps of all those previous students and teachers. They must have died...
Pak!
Wan Kangcheng lifted his hand and slapped himself.
(Back then, I must have been blinded by my judgment and felt that Sun Mo was a genius in all fields that he might be able to clear the game. This was why I permitted them to join. In the end, it was such a mistake!)
He felt super regretful.
Now that there were endless troubles. This was truly something caused by himself!
