Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.
A sacred place of cultivation once filled with ethereal immortal aura and echoing Dao Sound was now permeated by a suffocating atmosphere.
There were no lectures and no pill refinement.
Only the rustling of Jade Slips being turned, along with the anxious friction of Dao hearts.
The Twelve Golden Immortals, Pangu Orthodox, sat solemnly upon their Prayer Mats, each holding a brand-new copy of the <Officially Designated Textbook for Supervision Qualification Certification>.
Their expressions were more grave than when comprehending Innate Dao Patterns.
True Person Taiyi gripped a purple-gold wolf-hair brush, the veins on the back of his hand bulging as he stared fiercely at a practice question before him.
[Scenario Simulation: A project under your supervision has caused ecological pollution in a mortal river, triggering a public opinion crisis among the local people. Submit a complete crisis public relations plan within one hour.]
Smack!
He slammed his brush onto the table, and his suppressed fury finally erupted.
"What is a public opinion crisis? What is crisis public relations?"
He abruptly rose to his feet, his eyes bloodshot as he snarled at Guangchengzi, seated at the head.
"Senior Brother! If the river is polluted, I'll purify it with great magic power! If the people have grievances, I'll send down Sweet Rain and grant them blessings! Why do I have to write this damned plan!"
"Is my Nine Dragon Fire-Grasping Tassel really inferior to this broken brush?"
That question voiced the feelings of every Golden Immortal present.
They were immortals, beings who looked down upon all living things.
Since when did they need to consider the "public opinion" of mortal ants?
Guangchengzi slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as calm as a pool of icy water.
"Sit down."
His voice was not loud, yet