The Supreme Dao

Too Daoist—"This..."

Several Grey-Robed Immortal Clerks looked at one another, all finding it difficult as they watched the arrogant crimson savage bird before them.

After toiling for so many years in the Imperial Horse Immortal Division, this cushy office that handled arrivals and departures, even a block of wood should have caught on by now.

In a situation like this, how could they fail to see what was going on?

This was clearly meant to give the newly appointed Seal-Holding Immortal Official a show of force.

Such things were hardly rare, whether in mortal dynasties or here in the Heavenly Court.

It was nothing more than bullying a newcomer, seizing the chance to blunt their sharp edge.

So they would know who truly called the shots in this territory.

If it had been some ordinary person, with neither a powerful backer nor strength enough to intimidate others, then faced with such a display, they could only swallow their broken teeth and blood and endure it obediently.

But the problem was... anyone who was not blind could see that Lord Jiang was far from simple.

Chief Cao of the Subordinate Seventh Rank Merit Evaluation Division had personally led the way for her, attending upon her like a servant; in the middle of the night, she had tamed those few utterly arrogant Great Demons of the Painting Realm on the pasture until they were docile as lambs, not even daring to let out a fart.

Was a baleful star like that really someone they could afford to provoke?

The immortal clerks stood frozen in place, caught between advancing and retreating.

Noticing the hesitation and timidity of the immortal clerks around it, Red Erlang frowned in displeasure.

It was no fool. Having spent many years getting by in the Heavenly Court and picked