"Immortal Cultivation Club? This is hilarious, Imperial Capital University has truly become a joke! Huaqing University next door must be laughing their heads off in their sleep!"
"I can't stop laughing! Can anyone believe it? The highest academic institution in Huaxia actually started an Immortal Cultivation Club. Isn't this like adding a category for feudal superstitions in the Nobel Prize awards?"
"..."
Just as Hao Jianhua had feared and predicted from the beginning.
All online comments about this matter were unanimously negative. They were all about denying, attacking, questioning, and laughing at the idea.
And the one who caused all this.
Lin Beichen was in his dorm, sitting in front of his computer, organizing the application forms.
At that moment, amidst a flurry of hasty and chaotic footsteps.
His roommates, who had finished their evening classes, rushed into the dormitory.
