Cultivation Method Sealing, the Dao Orthodoxy of Yufa Pavilion (Monthly Ticket Request)

Looking at Gu Qingya's utterly confident expression, Zhang Yu showed no reaction.

Zhang Yu was no longer the high school student or university student he had once been. No matter how lavishly Gu Qingya embellished his words, Zhang Yu's mind would no longer be easily shaken.

Seeing that Zhang Yu remained unmoved, Gu Qingya understood that the other party was unconvinced.

Gu Qingya recalled his former self. Back then, when he saw a senior come to recruit him, what he had thought was, Me, avoid your edge?

If he could return to the past now, all he wanted was to give his younger self a resounding slap, then kneel before that senior and call him Dad.

Only after suffering setback after setback in the Sect had he gradually accepted the shortcomings of Lower Realm People.

Thinking of this, Gu Qingya suddenly felt rather listless and said casually, "Zhang Yu, things have blown up this much. Your promotion will definitely fail this time."

"Especially since you offended Minister Luo and antagonized the department head. That is a great taboo in the Sect, practically a severed-meridian constitution. You will have no future in Immortal Dao. Do you understand?"

After saying this, Gu Qingya believed that anyone clever would already be kneeling and begging for help. If their heart toward the Dao was firm enough, they would directly call him Dad or Mom. If they got his psychological gender right, that would mean they understood their leader somewhat and had put thought into it.

Yet Zhang Yu did not kneel. He merely continued standing there quietly, with the stillness of an ancient well, as though what Gu Qingya had said had nothing to do with him at all.

Seeing that Zhang Yu still said nothing, Gu Qingya shook his head. "I only came