The Man Pursued by the Heavenly Court

"Eh? Why does it feel... like there's a stench?"

While currying favor with Tianlei, Gui Hong suddenly frowned, catching a faint whiff of something foul.

The moment he breathed in the smell, it struck him as unbearably rancid, enough to turn one's stomach and make one feel ill.

"Men! Get in here and clean the meeting room again! What the hell are you people doing? How could there be a stench?!" Gui Hong slammed the table and roared.

A subordinate in a black robe immediately entered upon hearing the call.

"Bang!"

A tremendous crash rang out, startling Gui Hong. He turned his head and saw that Tianlei's expression had turned extremely ugly. Veins bulged across his forehead as he crushed the teacup in his hand, blasting a huge hole through the table as well.

Tianlei narrowed his eyes at Gui Hong. Bolts of lightning leaped across his brow, a horrifying sight.

"What stench? Why can't I smell anything? Hmm?"

Gui Hong stood there dumbfounded, unable to understand what Tianlei meant.

But he could hear the heavy threat in Tianlei's voice, and immediately realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

Gui Hong pondered carefully, his mind racing. In the end, he reached an unbelievable conclusion: it seemed that Tianlei had become so angry only after he mentioned the stench.

He secretly glanced at Tianlei. Handsome and refined, impeccably dressed, and holding a feather fan, he looked like a cultured young master—yet who would have thought there was a trace of stench lingering on him?

At Divine Rank, or even with just a little cultivation, one could basically keep one's body clean at all times. People carrying strange odors were exceedingly rare.

Gui Hong's expression turned strange. Could it be that Tianlei had such heavy tastes?

Seeing Gui Hong's expression,