The Heavenly Court had become very strange. Whenever Qin Fen appeared in the past, he either shocked them, stunned them, or gave them headaches, throwing the whole Heavenly Court into chaos. Most immortals saw Big Chef as a shit-stirrer whenever he showed up. Of course, some of the smarter ones sensed something unusual: besides messing around, Qin Fen was also doing some genuinely positive things.
But there were always plenty of people who got hurt along the way. Everyone both loved and hated the name Natural Daoist, yet things felt somewhat different now. Today, beyond all the usual chaos, there seemed to be something else in the air.
Qin Fen collected himself and sent the Queen Mother a message. "The fashion show will go ahead as planned. Get the staffing and venue arrangements sorted out as soon as possible. Put Luban and his people in charge. Oh, and have him organize a team called the Heavenly Court Construction Team, specifically to handle things like this!"
The Queen Mother nodded. "I was worried just now that this would be a blow to you and put you in a bad mood. Looks like I worried for nothing!"
Qin Fen curled his lip. He had survived all the hardships of real life, so what did this little setback amount to? "Don't worry about it!"
The Queen Mother suddenly smiled. "No, perhaps there are still more twists to come. Also, did you have nothing to do with that business involving the Old Man of the South Pole?"
That question stumped Big Chef. "Life is unpredictable. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Take it however you like!"
For fuck's sake, what does 'take it however you like' mean? The Queen Mother was baffled too, but as she watched the scene, a strange, expectant smile tugged