"Who's here?"
A startled cry came from beside the stables of the Imperial Horse Bureau. The Bull Devil King's eyes suddenly went wide as he looked toward the pageboy.
Originally, he had been standing with his arms folded, leaning against a fence post as he watched the strongmen feed fodder to the heavenly horses in the stables. The heavenly horses inside were contentedly eating fodder that shimmered with specks of starlight; mixed into it was spiritual grass.
But the petty official's report gave him a fright. The petty official's voice carried respect and nervousness, but it was obvious that this respect and nervousness were not directed at him.
The petty official said urgently, "My Lord Bull, it is the True Martial Emperor. He is coming to choose a heavenly horse to replace Lord Dragon Horse in pulling his carriage. His ceremonial procession will arrive at once. My Lord, please quickly organize people to go and welcome him."
"True Martial, and a ceremonial procession too?"
The Bull Devil King looked stunned, then immediately said angrily, "That bastard's nose really is sharp. He even has to put on airs with a procession when coming here. He must have heard I'm a tiger fallen to the plains and couldn't wait to run over to watch me make a fool of myself..."
Of course, these words were still somewhat unfair to Emperor Lu.
Emperor Lu had not come the moment he heard about it. He had waited a full three days!
Watching the Bull Devil King furiously curse Lu Chuan, the petty official was so shocked his eyes and mouth went wide, and he could not speak.
There were only four emperor-level figures in the Heavenly Court, each of them only half a rank beneath the Jade Emperor. Just what sacred being was this