"Goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Expert Bai Mo!"
Outside the restaurant, snowflakes drifted down gently.
Bai Mo waved goodbye to his classmates and got into the government car.
Bang!
The car door closed as he held the mochi ball, taking a glance at the driver in the front.
"It's really late to use the car, sorry to trouble you."
"Take me back to the West Family District."
Driver Old Zhang grinned.
"Alright!"
He pressed on the gas pedal, smoothly merging the vehicle into the traffic flow.
Bai Mo held his disciple, rubbing the chubby head with a bit of puzzlement.
"These Ancient Immortals, if they want to seize a spot on the Sharing Stele, the most logical move would be to have their disciple go overseas, ascend to Sequence Six, and then immediately make a name for themselves.
"But... it seems no one does that.
"Do they even care about the ranking on the Sharing Stele?
"What are they really thinking?"
