Being the overseer of Dragon Emperor Pavilion was an easy job. So-called pavilion oversight basically meant the kind of work where there was no damn business during the day, and whether there was any damn business at night depended on one's personal preferences.
Before Zhang Tie took office, this position had been vacant for years. During those years, Dragon Emperor Pavilion had functioned as usual without an overseer. Now that there was one, Zhang Tie ordered that everything remain as it was, and nothing changed.
Under such circumstances, Dragon Emperor Pavilion was like a teahouse to Zhang Tie. He could come whenever he wanted, and it did not matter if he did not come. With divine generals stationed there, a whole contingent of guards, and countless eyes watching in Dragon Emperor City, no one would dare make trouble in such a place and tarnish the "spiritual sanctuary" of Dragon Emperor Temple. The post of Dragon Emperor Pavilion overseer was, in every sense, a position for retiring in comfort and cultivating one's mind.
Everyone knew what the Dragon Emperor Pavilion overseer did. In the eyes of others, Zhang Tie had naturally been tossed into such a post with a bellyful of anger and nowhere to vent it.
No one had ever come to Dragon Emperor Pavilion to cause trouble before. But now, with Zhang Tie—a baleful star who had joined the Supervisory Court, beaten an elder's earth divine general disciple until he was crawling all over the ground in the street, and was supposedly "full of pent-up anger"—stationed there, the divine generals of Dragon Emperor City took detours even when passing by Dragon Emperor Pavilion, terrified of accidentally running into Zhang Tie there and crossing him. Dragon Emperor Pavilion became even quieter.
The small building inside Dragon Emperor Pavilion was the