"Good. Wu Changkong, well said, you brat. You're their teacher, so I won't interfere, but they count as my granddisciples too. From now on, I'll have people from the Tang Sect deliver cultivation resources for them every month. Remember, these are from me to them. Don't you secretly pocket them."
Zhuo Shi had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He agreed with tempering the children's character, but that didn't mean they should be shortchanged.
Having occupied a lofty position for so long, he truly didn't believe Eastsea Academy could provide these children with any decent resources.
As an elder of the Sea God Pavilion, he received a substantial allotment of cultivation resources every month. He was already getting on in years, and without some extraordinary stroke of fortune, his cultivation had more or less reached its limit. Rather than wasting resources on his old bones, he would be better off giving them to these young children.
Deep down, Zhuo Shi hoped that these children's future achievements would surpass those of old fellows like him.
Tang Wulin and the others were also thoroughly convinced by Wu Changkong's words. Rather than accepting handouts from their elders, they preferred to prove themselves through hard work and sweat.
If their captain, Jiang Yuan, had been here, his proud nature probably wouldn't have allowed him to accept someone else's charity so easily either.
"There's one more thing you have to agree to. You should at least let these children see what the goal they're striving for actually looks like. Pack your things and come to Shrek Academy with me in the next couple of days. I'll show you all a good time."
Wu Changkong said nothing and merely nodded. Naturally, he agreed with taking a few students to visit Shrek Academy, but they could