While the Snake People teams toured the Myth Research Institute, Zhang Ming made a phone call and exchanged a few words with Old Bai Ze. "They seem deeply affected."
"From the looks of it, most of these Snake People still want to learn from us, and they know about the various problems in their own civilization."
"We can allow some outstanding scholars to come study here. Just help me keep an eye on things. I'll be heading to the Demon God's Sea soon. With the Nether Domain Calamity threatening us, we need to go out and find some opportunities."
Old Sheephead fell silent for a moment, then agreed.
Since he was not human himself, it made little difference to him whether the institute's members were humans or Snake People. He certainly would not discriminate against them.
At first, Old Sheephead had been reluctant, unwilling to shoulder the responsibilities of a dean.
Now, though, he was starting to find being dean a little addictive, and he had genuinely begun to take it seriously.
It was not that he was obsessed with power, but... it really felt wonderful!
Every day, he met interesting yet pure-hearted people, and he found it quite enjoyable.
It was completely different from all the petty scheming of the bygone age of barbarism!
"But there's one more thing I have to mention," Old Sheephead said over the phone. "This is a human world, after all. Recruiting other species will meet with instinctive rejection from humans."
"Right now, they simply aren't saying it, whether because of your prestige, the enormous external threat, or their limited contact with ordinary people."
"But that rejection will gradually build up. Once enough of it accumulates, it will actually damage the cultural atmosphere here."
That was true enough. No one could see into another