The Heavenly Court, Hall of Fate.
"Munch, munch~" Gungun sat in the seat of honor, holding a clay jar filled with broad beans and eating with great relish. Whenever he finished a handful, he reached in for another. Before him, the Fate Star Lord, Shaochen, was writing and revising something in the Human Race's Book of Fate.
"Are you done yet? You're so slow!" Gungun said to Shaochen as he chewed.
Hearing Gungun urge him on, Shaochen wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued writing. "Almost, almost done. Please wait a little longer, Your Majesty."
"You really are slow. I don't know how you ever became chief of the Youxiong Tribe." Gungun curled his lip.
"Your Majesty, I became chief because of my virtue, not my hand speed," Shaochen replied with a wry smile.
"You've been single for so many years, yet you still haven't improved your hand speed. I think you're just hopeless with your hands. If I weren't a Heavenly Emperor who recruited talent without sticking to rigid conventions, would you ever have become a Star Lord? Sigh~" Gungun shook his head and sighed.
"..." Shaochen was utterly speechless. Doesn't the fact that I've been single all these years and am still hopeless with my hands prove my virtue? Unlike those old lechers, who knows what they get up to in the dead of night? We immortals ought to keep our hearts pure and our desires few. How am I in the wrong?
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After another little while, Shaochen finally finished writing Bai Qi's fate in accordance with all the regulations. He breathed a sigh of relief and offered the Book of Fate to Gungun. "Your Majesty, it's done."
"Why are you handing it to me? Do I look like I have a