When had an Elder of some cultivation sect become someone Master could casually call by name? Ding Wei glanced at Yuan Se, who was watching the singing and dancing, but did not rush to answer.
The contents of the letter both relieved him, surprised him, and angered him. This Niu Youdao was pushing his luck—granting him the authority to oversee the Demon Fox Bureau had not satisfied him; he actually wanted to meddle in other bureaus as well, even daring to ask for this and that.
"Hmm?" Yuan Se twisted around his fat head, whose neck was nowhere to be seen, and looked at him. "Not speaking means you disagree with the things Niu Youdao proposed?"
The Demon Fox Bureau alone had already caused so much trouble. Naturally, Ding Wei did not want Niu Youdao to gain even greater power, yet he could not say that he did not want the inspectors appointed by the Nine Saints to place greater restraints on Misty Pavilion.
The two incidents in succession had both involved his own people, so he could not make it seem as though he were targeting Niu Youdao.
After weighing it over, he said slowly, "Master, it is not that I disagree. I merely feel that agreeing to everything may be somewhat inappropriate."
Yuan Se smiled, beaming like Maitreya. "If it is inappropriate, then say so. I am at ease with you, and I trust you. Speak freely."
Ding Wei swept his eyes over the seductively writhing dancers, a group of women baring their legs, arms, and waists. He hated discussing serious matters in such surroundings, but his master happened to enjoy this sort of sensual indulgence, leaving him with little he could say. Steadying himself, he replied, "Master, there is no problem with granting authority to oversee other