Big Chef was a little dumbfounded. He had never expected Old Man of the South Pole to say that the moment he walked in. It nearly choked him to death! Little Bean gave a speechless smile. Who could it even appeal to now? Just look at this. They were done for.
Yes, done for. Old Man of the South Pole had never imagined that Shen Gongbao had already made a school-wide announcement and launched a collective vote. Afraid he would refuse, Shen Gongbao had deliberately brought public opinion into play. When Old Man of the South Pole walked in and saw the uniform, his heart lurched, and those words slipped out instinctively. He had not considered anything else at all.
He had not considered it, but everyone else certainly would. The disciples of both sects were mostly from the older generation, and most had died and been placed on the list. In other words, nearly all the current Jiejiao disciples were Appointed Orthodox Deities.
Their benefits might not match those of the Twelve Golden Immortals under the Primordial Lord, but there were plenty of them. Several of the Heavenly Court's major departments-the Fire Department, Plague Department, and Thunder Department-were Jiejiao territory. The Wealth God and more than half of the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions belonged to their ranks, and practically every department had large numbers of Jiejiao disciples in middle management.
These people were old, and their hatred had faded over the years, but faded did not mean gone. They still regularly tussled with the Primordial Lord's disciples, which was why the new marriage policy had met such resistance. That problem had yet to be resolved, and now Old Man of the South Pole had opened his mouth and stirred up a hornet's nest.
Most of these people had families and