Within the splendid, towering palace, incense permeated the air, leaving one's mind feeling tranquil and ethereal. This fragrance came from the Eight God Lotus Core Incense in the palace, worth over ten thousand Chaos Crystals. The snow-white, crystalline incense had already been lit, its scent filling the entire hall. The hall's furnishings were exceptionally exquisite, and even the two maidservants were Chaos Realm puppet slaves.
Yet this incense could not soothe the irritation in Master Tu Huan's heart.
Master Tu Huan paced back and forth like a trapped beast in a cage, consumed by anxiety.
Master Tu Huan had only reached the peak of the eighth level of the Yuan Shen Palace. The sole reason he had managed to take the coveted position of Director of the External Affairs Department was because he had a powerful teacher, Bing Jue Hall Master.
But now, his greatest support was useless.
"Wujian Tower Master's disciple is going to become the Director of the External Affairs Department!"
Master Tu Huan felt both rage and helplessness.
The position of Director of the External Affairs Department was a lucrative one. Not only did it carry immense authority, it also provided endless opportunities for profit. Even the God Kings of those kingdoms had to show him respect. Without such a source of wealth, there would never have been such lavish furnishings in his palace. Master Tu Huan was utterly unwilling to give it up.
"Teacher, you have to help your disciple." Master Tu Huan pleaded tearfully to Bing Jue Hall Master.
Bing Jue Hall Master wore a cold expression. He glanced at his disciple and slowly spoke. "How do you expect me to help you? The Tower Master has already given the order. Even I cannot make him retract it."
"But..." Master Tu Huan still felt deeply