Meng Chuan looked at the God Kings. Now, even if they wanted to speak, they could not.
This place now belonged to the domain of silence.
Don't ask who Silence was, or why its domain was so formidable.
"Every last one of you was shouting so loudly, I could hear you from the building next door!"
"The entire teaching building—no, the entire Main God Plaza—and you were the noisiest ones in it!"
"Look at the Main God Plaza next door. How quiet it is! Everyone's studying without a peep."
"You're in your final year of high school—no, we're in a meeting now. Can't you show a little urgency? A little sense of crisis?"
"This is the most important opportunity of your lives. If you fail to seize it, all those years of study will have been for nothing!"
But while the Main God Plaza on one level fell quiet, a few people on another level of the Main God Plaza kept chattering away.
With two words, Meng Chuan had silenced hundreds of God Kings, plunging them into stillness.
But he could not silence the projections beside him.
That was right. Meng Chuan had started a livestream.
The ones delivering those school-disciplinarian lectures just now were Meng Qi and the others.
Meng Chuan could only shoot them a helpless glance and leave them alone for the moment.
Their mouths belonged to them. Meng Chuan could not control those.
Still...
Looking at the assembled God Kings, Meng Chuan considered scolding them in the same tone. It might actually feel rather satisfying.
Unfortunately, that would ruin his image.
The role of school disciplinarian was not for him.
Meng Chuan swept his gaze over the God Kings. His Dharma Eye bore down on them as he met the eyes of hundreds, yet somehow it