"Sigh~ After all, other fellow Daoists wasted plenty of resources too. I can't exactly go around announcing it, can I?"
Lu Chang'sheng said with a smile.
"That's true." Wu Feng thought back to those Daoists who'd been feeding the beast day after day not long ago, and couldn't help but feel sorry for them.
Especially He Feng and Zhong Mountain.
Right now, Wu Feng was dying to see the looks on their faces. His respect for Lu Chang'sheng was only growing more and more.
Who could have predicted that the two who seemed most likely to sign the Little Fire Cloud Beast would end up empty-handed, while the utterly unremarkable Lu Chang'sheng would have the last laugh?
"Just got lucky, that's all!" Lu Chang'sheng replied.
Soon, the gathering began. Luo Li, the manager, specifically told the two of them to head inside the institute, where Dean Huang Yun was seated in a chair, his complexion rosy and healthy, not at all like someone whose end was near.
