The court assembly dispersed, and the gathered immortals filed out one after another.
Outside Lingxiao Treasure Hall, along the long corridor, immortal officials walked in twos and threes, each harboring their own thoughts.
Guang Chengzi walked amid the crowd, his steps neither hurried nor slow. He had worn that standard Heavenly Court immortal-official robe for so long, yet it had always felt awkward.
He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Saint Mother Jin Ling's imposing back not far away. His gaze flickered, then he withdrew it.
A former mortal enemy was now his immediate superior.
These days were truly humiliating enough.
"Senior Brother."
A low call came from behind him.
Guang Chengzi's steps paused, and he turned to look.
Yun Zhongzi, True Lord Taiyi, and the others quickly caught up.
The group turned past the cloud corridor and entered a side hall in the East District of Heavenly Court.
This was the place Haotian had assigned to the Chan Sect disciples for their daily discussions. It was not large, but it was quiet.
But compared with Saint Mother Jin Ling's Eastern Extreme Palace, it was one in the heavens and one beneath the earth.
Yet they had nothing to say about it.
Who told them the Chan Sect and Haotian were at odds? Now that they had fallen under his hand, how could there be any good fruit to eat?
When Guang Chengzi pushed the door open and entered, several people were already seated inside the hall.
They were all third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, the group serving in Heavenly Court.
Their cultivation was not high. Even the strongest among them was only a Golden Immortal.
These people had now all been arranged by Haotian to do duties in Heavenly Court such as patrolling the Southern Heavenly Gate.