Ji Hong turned his head and looked at Old White Ape who was standing with his hands behind his back in the distance. He couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.
"Yeah..."
"Now that you are here, Demon Domain, if you don't stand above Skyvault Ravine and look down at the entire Demon Domain, wouldn't it be... that your visit was in vain!"
At this moment, Ji Hong also took off his usual disguise, his eyes full of strength and ambition.
Two monkeys with different hairs stand side by side, looking down at Thousand-Li Demon Plain in the distance.
"Don't be too pretentious yet."
"Indeed."
"Then... Master Mountain Lord, please."
Old White Ape suddenly spoke.
Ji Hong nodded.
Immediately afterwards, Old White Ape restrained himself in that strong moment, regained his low profile again, bent slightly, took a step back, and stood behind Ji Hong.
Ji Hong, on the other hand, chuckled lightly and walked towards Thousand-Li Demon Plain, preparing to take over his first real territory in Demon Domain.
If you include Ten Thousand Demon Forest of Old White Ape, the two of them actually have a certain foundation in Demon Domain.
Even if they are out of Fei's control now, with Ji Hong's own Eighth Level strength, Eagle Ravine Mountain must think carefully if he wants to touch them.
In other words, after they take this step, they are already in an invincible position.
The worst outcome is to stand on your own feet.
Of course, they still want a lot of things.
For example...
That Eagle Ravine Mountain.
Ink Academy.
On this day, under the leadership of Vice Principal, all the old students returned collectively.
Several other leaders of the Ink Academy, who had rarely appeared in public, were standing neatly on the rooftop above Teaching Building.
Everyone was dressed in black and looked solemn.
The moment these old students came in, the bell rang in the Ink Academy.
A total of nine sounds.
The sound continues for a long time in this Ink Academy.
The old students who originally had smiles on their faces, including Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng and others, gradually lost their smiles and became somewhat silent.
Finally, he bent down uniformly.
Put your hands on your chest.
Ink Academy's clock doesn't ring easily.
Every time it rings, it means that a student has disappeared from this world forever.
Today, nine sounds.
"There is no such thing as immortality in war."
"Not just them, but I believe those of you who survived were already prepared to sacrifice before setting off."
"I have been here Ink Academy for thirty years. I have seen too many scenes like this."
"So I don't want to say too many sensational or inspirational words."
"At your level, such words have no meaning to you."
"What you have to do is learn from all your mistakes."
"I hope this bell will never ring for you again."
Principal looked at the people below with a solemn expression and said calmly.
Those Freshmens stood on Playgrounds in a daze, looking at these old students with a little confusion.
Obviously, at this time, they still didn't know the meaning of the bell.
"After today, you will be in full control of the Ink Academy."
"I feel..."
"It's time to enter Eighth Awakening."
Principal suddenly laid his eyes on Vice Principal below, and said lightly, his voice full of majesty.
But it seems to be mixed with a little pretentiousness.
But there is no evidence.
Vice Principal was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists, and asked subconsciously, "In other words, I am finally going to be Principal?"
"Still Vice Principal."
"Until I replace Sun Yingxiong and become Ink Pavilion Head, Principal will not retire from this position."
"After all..."
Principal put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky with some melancholy. A strand of beard on his chin swayed in the wind, showing a very high profile.
"That's a lot of salary a month."
However, when he said the last words, all the atmosphere he had created before was instantly lost.
Vice Principal lowered his head in disappointment and kept muttering, "Damn it, it's shameless. I do Principal's work every day and earn Vice Principal's salary."
"If I hadn't concurrently held the positions of director of the Jiangcheng Education Department, director of the Deputy Commissioner of the Guard Bureau, director of Ministry of Culture, and member of the first team of the Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion, I would have starved to death!"
Behind Vice Principal, Zhao Zicheng and others raised their heads in confusion, looking at his old back, speechless for a long time.
Education Department Director's position, they know it.
But this guy has so many identities hidden secretly?
What a team member!
You are already Seventh Awakening. If you work Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion and earn an empty salary, will your conscience really not hurt?
Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion team member's monthly salary is only 6,000...
Seventy-two thousand a year.
Well, at this moment, except Sun Wen, the rest of these people are also moved.
Simple conversion of Vice Principal's salary.
Vice Principal, monthly salary is 18,000, Education Department is the director, monthly salary is 15,000, Deputy Commissioner of the Guard Bureau, 12,000, Ministry of Culture director, 10,000, team member is 7,000.
Monthly salary is sixty-two thousand.
The annual salary is 740,000, tax-free.
This does not include the welfare policies for holidays, including rice, soybean oil and the like.
The most important thing is that Old Codger has been working hard at Jiangcheng for thirty years.
"I think if we go to the Anti-Corruption Bureau and report him, we should be able to get some bonuses."
"Well, I suddenly felt jealous."
"Yes, his salary for ten years is as much as my hard-earned money for one month!" Sun Wen was filled with indignation.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
Even Vice Principal, who was eavesdropping in front, fell into some kind of inferiority complex for a while.
The next moment, Sun Wen knelt on the ground with a plop.
It's still the kind that you can't afford to kneel down for a long time.
Under the envious eyes of the 'wannabe funny man', Principal coughed twice. "I have been in seclusion for half a year to break through Eighth Awakening!"
"Well, Eighth Awakening!"
"Eighth Awakening!"
Although this is not a valley, under the control of Principal energy, echoes are still created.
It's extremely harsh in this Ink Academy.
The next moment, Principal's figure disappeared.
Many old students were not surprised by this, and after remembering those dead classmates, they scattered and left.
Only Freshmen people are still asking about the meaning of this bell.
"What the hell!"
"You let me up!"
In the empty square, only Sun Wen was kneeling alone on the ground, enjoying the admiring looks of passers-by.
Until it was getting dark.
"I am willing to sponsor Ink Academy for another ten million!"
Sun Wen, who was already a little hungry, finally spoke helplessly.