"All right." Wang Yazhi looked at the assistant beside her. "Send a message to the group. Tell everyone to avoid using that form of address in the future."
The assistant nodded and immediately opened the group chat.
Wang Yazhi knew where to draw the line. She did not ban the term outright, because out of habit, people would definitely keep using it. If she made it a rule, it would become something like Black Lives Matter—an unnecessarily troublesome issue.
"Please, go ahead. If you need anything, Wu will certainly offer his full support," the burly man in fine robes said with cupped hands.
"If you encounter your allies or martial artists you know, please help persuade them as well." Wang Yazhi spoke seriously. "Especially in the Mist Zone. They are in unfamiliar territory and will be more wary, so misunderstandings could easily arise."
"No problem. From now on, any disciple of the Canal Gang may take up residence in Mad King Building!" the burly man in fine robes declared heartily.
Wang Yazhi nodded and said to the assistant, "Dispatch five Gatekeepers over here."
The assistant hesitated. "That many?"
Gatekeepers were an exceptionally rare profession. Xu Lang had to personally appoint them and grant them their authority.
"The Intelligence Group has already made a prediction. The frequency with which martial artists enter the Mist Zone will increase again today," Wang Yazhi explained.
The assistant nodded, while the NPCs' eyes lit up.
"Fairy Wang, is that true?" the burly man in fine robes asked.
"It is," Wang Yazhi replied.
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