Taiyi had been left with no choice. The first item on the spring festival tea gathering's agenda was essentially viewing the Merit Stele. With Primordial Lord presiding, were they supposed to let every attendee watch Qin Fen dominate the rankings?
Who would suffer most then? His teacher! As a disciple, he absolutely couldn't let that happen. Taiyi was a good student. He would rather take the blame himself than let Primordial Lord lose face, so he had reached out!
When he froze, Huanglong immediately noticed something was wrong. Combined with what his senior brother had just said, it clearly involved going against their teacher's wishes, and he panicked too. Although Huanglong was rather wooden, he was loyal. He couldn't stand by and watch his senior brother get punished, so while Taiyi was distracted, he went to seek Primordial Lord's permission. At worst, their teacher would sulk a little. They might as well invite him.
Huanglong thought his plan was good. Taiyi thought his plan was good too. For Qin Fen, things weren't so good.
He had just finished contacting Ksitigarbha when Taiyi's message arrived. Big Chef took one look, and his gaze suddenly turned sly.
Something to discuss? Heh, you little rascal. Something's changed, hasn't it?
Who was Qin Fen? The Heavenly Court's number one smooth talker. Primordial Lord's refusal to invite him had been set in stone. Now his disciple had come scurrying over, which could only mean one thing: the other side had some compelling reason they couldn't avoid.
Heh, Qin Fen's greatest flaw was that he liked to repay every slight. As the saying went, his belly was so generous a boat could capsize in it. He could accommodate all sorts of petty trifles. Anything else? Don't fucking dream of it.
*You wouldn't invite me earlier, and