The Divine Official appeared, and the hall fell silent in an instant.
The hunched Divine Official looked clumsy, but the moment he moved, he was like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he had planted himself at the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the hall.
"My name is Zhao Jixiang. I've come by order to deal with the affairs here. The Witch Sect will never forget the humiliation suffered at its South Mountain branch altar. This blood feud must be avenged. The culprit, Su Xiaoxiao, must be slain."
His speech was strange, as if he had only just learned how to talk. He stumbled a little, yet the words also came tumbling out smoothly.
"To capture this demoness, my sect has specially invited experts from the Divine Catcher Gate in the imperial capital to assist us: the Golden-Clad Divine Catcher, the Lingfeng Sword, and Yan Ke."
As his voice fell,
in a quiet little room at the back of the hall, screened off by heavy brocade curtains,
the table was piled high with all sorts of exquisite pastries.
A-Yuan was stuffing pastries into her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she ate like a squirrel storing food. She looked utterly adorable.
Across from her, the blind girl Yan Ke sat as still as ever, listening to the commotion outside.
When the words "the Lingfeng Sword, Yan Ke" reached them through the curtain, A-Yuan's chewing abruptly stopped. Her bright, dark eyes went wide.
"That's wrong, that's wrong!"
She scrunched up her delicate nose, her little face flushing red as she shouted indistinctly, "It's the Lingfeng Duo! Why did you only mention Sister Yan Ke? What about me? What about me, A-Yuan?"
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she sprang from her chair and turned to