Inside the Heaven Origin Office and Heaven Origin Press at Confucian Grove, several Grand Confucians sat nervously in the reception room.
Across from them, Editor Fu, wearing Glasses, said in a businesslike tone, "Sorry, everyone. We didn't prepare particularly good tea because we didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."
Editor-in-Chief Lei had only said last night that she wanted to meet them, yet today this group had shown up at the press's entrance carrying their blankets. They were as fast as her ex-boyfriend.
Except she had never had an ex-boyfriend, which only proved that they were truly fast—so fast she had no idea where they had run off to.
Speaking of her nonexistent ex-boyfriend, she thought of her parents pressuring her to marry, of how she had graduated as a preschool teacher yet become an editor, of how she was already twenty-four and still had no cultivation partner—
I'm only twenty-four. Why do I feel like I'm already forty-two?
After lamenting that her youth had already slipped away, Editor Fu adjusted her old-fashioned black-rimmed Glasses and asked the Grand Confucians before her as calmly as possible, "Everyone, you saw what Editor-in-Chief Lei posted in the group yesterday, right?"
The Grand Confucians present were all of retirement age, but when facing Editor Fu, who was five or six generations younger than them, they still obediently nodded. "We saw it."
"Could someone repeat it? You, then."
The Grand Confucian who had been singled out nervously raised his head and recited in a stiff tone, "Heaven Origin Press is preparing a new magazine. It is currently planned as a biweekly, and we hope to publish the first issue within this week."
"Very good. Then does everyone know why Editor-in-Chief Lei asked you to come here?"
"—To provide submissions?"
Editor Fu smiled and