Up to this point, everyone had been arranged very clearly under grenade-throwing senior immortal’s recommendation, and no one knew that the person behind all this was actually Wang Ling.
After Wang Ling’s multifaceted calculations, this was already the best arrangement; everyone could have a bright future with such a confluence of fates.
Wang Ling also realized that ever since he had entered No. 60 High School, he had inexplicably become a lot more worried..
Perhaps it was because he had been influenced by the people around him.
He could be said to be the person who feared trouble the most.
Soon, grenade-throwing senior immortal took sword saint, Cang Long, and Liu Yong away from the scene. Once the three of them left, the overall atmosphere instantly eased up quite a bit. Li Changzhe felt like a fish that had almost drowned in deep water, he finally had a chance to catch his breath.