Desolate Ancestor's name always opened doors in the Reverse Star Palace.
The main reason was that Desolate Ancestor wasn't as difficult to deal with as Suijie. In the eyes of the various department heads, Desolate Ancestor was willing to attend banquets, enjoyed hearing words of flattery, and—most importantly—was willing to accept gifts. He was simply too down-to-earth.
With Huang Mei keeping Ning Wuque occupied, Xu Yi wrapped up a few pieces of official business, then led Gold Corpse Old Cao toward the Big Dipper Palace.
He had barely landed when a Middle Envoy arrived and said Palace Master Ning had summoned him.
"You're very busy, aren't you? So busy that I, your palace master, can never seem to find you."
The moment he saw Ning Wuyou, he received a sharp reprimand. Although a thin veil covered her face, he could still tell Saintess Ning was in a very bad mood.
Xu Yi's thoughts turned, and he said, "I wouldn't dare hide it from you, Palace Master. Xu Yi had something he needed me to take care of, so I went along to lend a hand. If you have anything you need to discuss with him, I'll have him come pay his respects right away."
Ning Wuyou's voice grew even colder. "How could I possibly get him to come? He's a great immortal now, with cultivation profound as the arcane. He's nothing like he used to be."
The moment he heard that, Xu Yi knew he had found the root of the problem. He hurriedly said, "Palace Master, you've wronged Xu Yi. I've heard him say to your face that he only refrains from visiting because it's inconvenient. Given the kindness you've shown him, he'd go through fire and water for you. He's said even more than that, but I'm too