A dignified Demon Fox Bureau steward had actually been turned away at the door on his own turf?
Especially judging by Long Fanhai's dejected appearance, he probably had not been putting on an act for them. There was no need for that.
What they had just witnessed truly left them incredulous. Whose territory was this Demon Fox Bureau, exactly? Why did it feel as though the Demon Fox Bureau had descended into chaos?
They looked at the tightly shut courtyard gates, then at Long Fanhai's lonely departing back. For a long while, no one recovered their senses.
Qu Lingkun, still standing on the steps, likewise found it hard to come back to himself for quite some time.
After glancing around from the roadside, the crowd exchanged looks. Every one of them seemed to have something to say, yet none knew what to say.
They naturally knew what treatment they received in their respective bureaus. Getting a pleasant look was already good enough. How could it compare to Long Fanhai of the Demon Fox Bureau, personally bringing wine and food to beg for an audience? Such a thing was beyond imagining in their bureaus.
They had previously heard Kun Linshu mention how Long Fanhai had brought wine and food to welcome Niu Youdao, and afterward they had seen Ding Wei keep Niu Youdao behind for a private conversation. Now they had personally witnessed Niu Youdao giving Long Fanhai no face at all. It was practically trampling him beneath his feet.
What exactly was going on? What was the situation? They did not know.
But they realized one thing: in this difficult predicament, Niu Youdao had already opened up a way forward before them.
That remark—"a man about to die"—had become a thorn in their flesh. Right now, they truly wanted to