C259 The Arrival of the Cultivator Association

"Vice-principal Zhuo? Vice-principal Zhuo?"

Zhuo Ranqin, who had unknowingly drifted off to sleep, was roused by the sound of his name being called. It took only a moment for him to snap to attention and recall the gravity of the situation at hand.

Blinking his eyes open, he peered out the car window to see a familiar face. Zhuo Ranqin managed a strained smile and rolled down the window