Virtual world.
Meng Yu sighed, sighed again. Now, he was more than ninety percent certain that the mastermind behind the scenes meant well.
Such a strong scent of fatherliness.
Why should it be so hard? Do the kids really have no other path than the narrow bridge trodden by tens of thousands of soldiers? Can't they be happy?
Is this path really not suitable for the Eastern Immortal Sect?
You old fogeys!
Alright, but he couldn't exactly turn around and yell, "I've seen through your conspiracy; now what?"
The students were also despondent, helplessly standing there one by one.
"Alright, let's officially vote."
Meng Yu felt powerless too; he was a pawn, and a pawn must be conscious of its role.
However, his heart was filled with joy. Even with voting, now that morale had scattered, it definitely wouldn't pass, right?
Hmph, with the cruel and rough way I've acted, at least two to three thousand kids should vote against me, shouldn't they?
