No sooner had the words left his mouth than Broom Star suddenly realized his mistake and hastily corrected himself. "No, no, no—Grand Marshal!"
Yin Marshal was merely a private form of address among immortals. How could he speak of it so casually before the court?
Yet Yin Marshal clearly did not care about such details. His divine voice boomed, shaking the cosmos once more. "I asked you a question. Answer at once."
"Yes!"
Broom Star bowed in reply, countless thoughts already flashing through his mind.
Strange. My lord had just been looking for the Tai Sui Department.
Why had Yin Marshal intercepted him and pulled him into this sea of consciousness?
Should he tell the truth?
After some consideration, Broom Star decided to keep it to himself for now.
He had not yet obtained the Plague Lord's approval. He absolutely could not reveal even the slightest thing.
It would be bad if it put his lord in a difficult position.
He prostrated himself and respectfully said, "Reporting to Grand Marshal, this minor god was returning to the Plague Department. May I ask why Grand Marshal summoned me?"
Yin Marshal's divine voice was fierce, carrying a chilling, murderous edge. "Returning to the Plague Department? Then why were you in such a hurry?"
"This... this minor god merely flew a little faster. Did I perhaps disturb Grand Marshal's cultivation?"
Broom Star was alarmed. Could this great immortal truly have taken offense simply because he had hurried along the road?
An ordinary immortal probably would not.
But this one... that was hard to say.
After all, the deities of the Plague Department, Pox Department, and Tai Sui Department had always been unlike ordinary immortals—each stranger than the last.
"Speak the truth!"
To his surprise, those colossal divine eyes abruptly widened, clearly deeply dissatisfied.