In the end, Russell failed to fulfill his wish of singing karaoke in the mourning hall. The first Sorcerer Supreme Seventh-Day Memorial Cup Singing King Competition died before it could even begin.
Because in the black-and-white portrait, the Sorcerer Supreme was smiling kindly.
That would have been nothing, except before Russell picked up the broom and let out his first howl, the Sorcerer Supreme in the photo had been expressionless.
That was pretty creepy!
Russell silently jumped down from the coffin lid, told everyone to eat and drink their fill, and hastily wrapped things up.
"I knew that old man wasn't dead at all. That photo was proof—he smiled at me back then." Russell said indignantly to Ding Yi beside him, "I suspect he was trying to scare me, and he succeeded."
"..."
Ding Yi remained silent. He was Sorcerer Supreme Master Gu Yi's assistant, responsible for helping her handle miscellaneous affairs and chores. In other words, he was both her work secretary and personal secretary.
Though he had not known Russell for long, he had already realized that both generations of sorcerers were cut from the same cloth. Petty-minded and full of bad intentions. When dealing with people like that, one had to remember the principle of talking less and doing more.
Ding Yi was dry, humorless, and a stiff old man past fifty—not the type Russell was good at dealing with. So Russell went straight to the point. "Master Ding Yi, I'm temporarily acting as Sorcerer Supreme now. Is there anything I need to pay attention to? Or rather, what are my daily duties?"
They said a new official lit three fires upon taking office. It established authority and strengthened unity. Russell decided to light two.
Having just become the Sorcerer Supreme, he did not say it