Chapter 1
[Attention to all players! The Xingyue Era server will close in five minutes. Please go offline in time. Attention to all players! The Xingyue Era server...] The sweet mechanical female voice rang throughout the whole Wu Mang Continent. To the ears of the NPC, its like an oracle. Rong Yue sat on the throne in the temple, holding a book of Marxist Philosophy sent to him by a player, his eyes sweeping the words in the book but unable to read it. The silver haired Pope sighed, and the mechanical female voice continued on like a pendulum of despair, devouring the only hope left in the Wu Mang Continent. "Lord Rong Yue!" A nun stumbled into the temple and cried, "My lord, the Lord of the Snow made a world announcement, asking you to see his private message..." Rong Yue nodded calmly. At the end of his life, he should at least see what his debauched friend said... "F*ck you Rong Yue! Are you the not carrying Marx's eight honors and eight shames? I was the one