Ma Muzhi's eyes narrowed to slits with delight when he heard that.
Holding his teacup, he freed one hand and pointed twice at Ma Bide, his voice brimming with satisfaction.
"Not bad."
"Little Fourth, you've grasped the Dao."
Ma Muzhi was thoroughly pleased that his relative knew the ropes so well.
To get by in the Heavenly Court, cultivation came second. Reading faces and fawning over superiors were the true foundations of survival. To praise a chick pecking at rice as the origin essence of the Great Dao showed a profound grasp of the essence of official service.
Seeing the Immortal Officials watching eagerly, Ma Muzhi cleared his throat and concluded, "In our work, we must look past appearances to the essence and constantly grasp our superior immortal's intentions. Only then can we prosper forever!"
"We shall heed your teachings, Lord Ma!" The immortals all cupped their hands in unison, filling the hall with a cheerful atmosphere.
Seeing how well his subordinates knew the ropes, Ma Muzhi was suddenly overcome with emotion.
Back then, he had been no more than a low-ranking Immortal Official. How could he ever have imagined that one day he would command the winds and clouds in Tongming Hall?
Whenever he went out, who didn't respectfully address him as "my lord"?
Truly, it was all a matter of timing and fate!
Following the right superior immortal was more effective than cultivating alone for several yuanhui.
Ma Muzhi set down his celadon teacup, clasped his hands behind his back, and cleared his throat. Adopting an earnest, weighty air, he began his lecture. "Colleagues, what do we rely on in our work? Loyalty! Every matter in the Censorate, great or small, must have the approval of Chief Official Chen and his wi... ahem, and Lord Yang!"
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