Damn, such philosophy and connotations!
Long Yi laughed.
"Alright, since you don't care, I don't either. But, if the war indeed breaks out in the future, perhaps the one to plunge the Dragon-slaying Sword into your chest on the battlefield will be one of these people whom you're sparing now!"
Long Yi said.
At his words, most people in front of him bowed their heads.
A condemnation from their conscience.
"Damn it! I support you, Second Prince! I'm damn fed up with all of this!"
One person shouted and stood up.
"Damn it! I've also had enough! All this granting ranks and titles! I can't sleep peacefully!"
Another person stood up.
This time, different from the coercion by Long Yi, everyone who stepped out felt an inexplicable touch in their hearts.
Students, they're so passionate and innocent.
This time, both sides got another chance to choose their teams. Some people came, and some people left.