That damned scoundrel had such a deep mind. He was clearly determined to ruthlessly block off every avenue of escape and make sure they all got what was coming to them.
This time, their miscalculation had landed them squarely in a pit of mud. That treacherous dog had turned their own plan against them and thrown the blame back at them. They were already trapped in a dead end.
Were they really supposed to give up their prestigious positions, enter the Holy Court Archives Department, and become menial workers, laboring to memorize a hundred thousand useless classics?
For a moment, all kinds of negative emotions surged through the hearts of the four elders—Kong, Qi, Sun, and Zhou—rising into a stormy sea.
Xu Yi rose to his feet, smiled faintly at the Deputy Lord, and cupped his fists. "Your subordinate greets you, Deputy Lord." After performing the formal salute, he continued, "May I ask what instructions you have for me?"
The Deputy Lord's expression finally settled. He suddenly burst out laughing, took a few steps forward, and cupped his fists. "I've long heard that an extraordinary talent has emerged from Huaixi. Unfortunately, Zhu Mou spends his days in seclusion, while Brother Xu soars through the heavens like a crane, his immortal tracks impossible to find. It's a pity we've had to wait until today to meet. Still, now that we have, Zhu Mou is deeply gratified."
For the dignified Deputy Lord to show him such favor was certainly no accident.
The Minor Wind Observer position that the Holy Envoy had arranged for Xu Yi might not amount to much within the Holy Court.
A mere Third-rank Star Official had no right even to stand in attendance, let alone serve in the Imperial Straightening Hall's government offices.
But once this position was