Scripture Transmission Institute.
"Going to Eagle Grief Cliff?"
"You've only been teaching scripture for less than three months, what, you're thinking of quitting already?"
"The title of Scripture Doctorate, do you still want it or not?!" Hu Kui glared at Chen Mu with an unfriendly expression.
"Can I take those three apprentices with me to Eagle Grief Cliff?" Chen Mu spread his hands helplessly.
"Those three Alchemist Apprentices dare to go to Eagle Grief Cliff?"
"You're not planning to make those three voluntarily back out so that you can conveniently take on new apprentices, are you?"
"Thinking you can exploit quick apprentice turnovers to swindle Daoist cultivation?" Hu Kui looked at Chen Mu askance.
This... this scheme isn't bad at all!
Chen Mu's face bore an expression as if he'd discovered a new continent.
Noticing Hu Kui's increasingly unfriendly countenance, he quickly put away his unreliable daydream.
"Cough cough... Prefect Hu has misunderstood me."
