In the starless night sky, it was already 8 pm.
Qiao Zishan, bidding farewell to his rivals and good friends, walked out of the auditorium in a daze.
For an honest by a slow-witted person like him, it was a little too hard to listen to two guys' endless speeches.
Especially the Venerable One, there were too many points in his allusions. He did not understand a lot of it.
He really could not understand how a human could say so much in one breath...
Right, the Venerable One was not really a human...
Luckily, Grandfather Ren was a human, so he could not be as enthusiastic as the Venerable One...
Thinking of this, the Morality in Qiao Zishan automatically operated. His frame shuddered and his heart trembled, immediately stopping those disrespectful thoughts.
Alright, it was not uncommon to harbor unspoken criticisms. However, for a proficient Morality cultivator like him, there were many things that he should not think of.
