"Even some Immortals... might think so."
Zhang Yu felt a sinking feeling in his heart upon hearing this, suddenly overwhelmed by a suffocating sensation.
The words "useless class" struck him like a heavy hammer on his chest, trying to wake him from the ease of recent life.
Zhang Pianpian continued, "I have a lot on my plate right now."
"If you encounter troubles you can't solve, you can contact the True God."
"The same True God you've added as a friend..."
Zhang Pianpian seemed indeed busy, and her conversation with Zhang Yu ended shortly.
On the way back, Zhang Yu watched the disabled beggars by the roadside, seemingly envisioning the future state of the first layer of Kunxu.
"It's none of my business."
"This is the world's order."
"What can a high school student like me do?"
Realizing his helplessness, Zhang Yu sighed, suddenly getting a bit annoyed: "Why the hell can't I just adapt?"
"Zhang Yu, you'll be rich in the future."
