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Chapter 61 The Shuiyue Seminary and Dreaming about Buddha
"Mister, I wish that you never stop improving, and I wish that the Divine Sect Seminary is here to stay forever."
Zhao Ting was the first person to walk on Yong'an Street and into the doors of the Divine Sect Seminary. He stood respectfully before Ye Que, completely devoid of the mannerisms of a young master of the Grand Preceptor's residence, and he even seemed a little emotional in fact.
Just as he finished speaking, dozens of people came walking in one after another, including Bai Yu, Yun Feihe, Shi Lei and Leng Wuxin. They wore innocent expressions, and they had silly grins that belied their innate pride at the success of their friend.
What they had just done was indeed very cool, but logically speaking, it was also extremely harmful to them.
Zhao Ting could end up losing his authority in Zhao Manor, and Bai Yu could be demoted beyond Judicator. Even Leng Wuxin could be stripped of his post as second in command.
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