Wang Jing looked at Chen Shengjin and said with a smile, "Brother Chen, want to come together?"

Chen Shengjin didn't know what Wang Jing was up to, but no matter what, he had no choice but to agree.

"good!"

Chen Shengjin said solemnly: "Brother Wang, I will never forget your great kindness!"

"It's a small matter, a small matter..." Wang Jing said with a smile.

Chen Shengjin then tactfully said his goodbyes.

"Principal Wang, thank you very much."

Before Sikong Jun left, he said something to Wang Jing with gratitude.

Regardless of whether Zimo died in his hands or not, at least Wang Jing had fulfilled what he promised.

Wang Jing smiled and nodded slightly.

After the two left, Wang Jing ate a piece of dessert and said with a smile: "Xing Wudi, tell me what we should do now? I can't agree to the Divine Cult, but I have to agree..."

Xing Wudi muttered, "How should I know what to do? You won't listen even if I tell you."

"Then tell me about it."

Wang Jing smiled and said, "I asked you to come here to train you so that you can walk the path of sainthood in the future. If you come here to be a scoundrel, I will catch you and beat you up every day until you walk the path of sainthood."

Xing Wudi said helplessly: "Can we not be so violent...Okay, okay, I say."

Xing Wudi saw Wang Jing raise his hand and said, "I think it's better to agree first."

"Why?"

"At worst, we can regret it later...it's none of our business whether they live or die."

“…”

Wang Jing's forehead was bulging with veins, and he slapped Xing Wudi to the ground.