As it absorbed the ashes, on the corridor bridge connecting Teaching Building B and A, the bizarre female art teacher led the zealots back.
But in this group, there were now some high-ranking zealots wearing tattered cloaks.
"Lord, this batch of ashes... I feel it must have been collected well. Whether in quality or quantity, it seems much better than before."
The bizarre female art teacher reported her work sincerely as she walked.
Even those who supposedly embarked on the "Glorious Evolution" as zealots could not abandon the subservient attitude toward higher-ups embedded in human nature.
"Well done, but still need to work harder. When things are settled here, I will faithfully report to the top." That cloaked figure nodded slightly, quite gratified, speaking with a max level bureaucratic tone.
