An An, Spark, and the Upper Sect's Thoughts

Xiong Wenwu: Yuntao, did President Zhang say what technique he wanted to choose?

Hu Yuntao: This is President Zhang's major affair. How could I possibly get a word in edgewise?

Xiong Wenwu: Then did you mention the Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Scripture to him?

Xiong Wenwu: The school told me to pass the message along. I had no choice either.

Seeing that Hu Yuntao had not replied for a long while, Xiong Wenwu cursed inwardly, This brat.

He then looked at another avatar on the Eye Remains. The little panda's face was unmistakably An An's avatar—An An, who worked in the Protected Area on Kunxu First Layer. This was the reward Heavenly Demon University had given him for passing along messages: it allowed Xiong Wenwu to communicate with people on Kunxu First Layer for free every day, and to transfer some money to them.

Xiong Wenwu: An An, did you receive the money I had someone send over?

An An: Why are you sending me money? I'm an outstanding employee. Food and drink are covered every day—what would I need money for?

Xiong Wenwu: Just consider it savings for me. I'll spend it when I return to the First Layer someday.

An An: What kind of defeatist talk is that? You got into Heavenly Demon University. You're already this outstanding. How can you still be thinking about coming back? An An: You need to work hard and stay on the Second Layer, understand? Otherwise, wouldn't all those years of study have been for nothing?

An An: Study hard, work more overtime, and listen to your superiors. The leaders will see it.

Xiong Wenwu looked at An An's replies, then at his body, which had already been modified into mount mode. He sighed inwardly but said nothing. There were still ten hours