When the band of disreputable friends entered the Inner Peak to take masters, they arrived at the most triumphant stage of Little Bad King's bovine life. It rather felt like "poor relatives from the mountains bringing some deer antler and tiger penis into the city to seek refuge with a wealthy man."
After the Prison Break Assignment, Little Bad King had used his 42 merit points to rise to consecrated elder of the sect, becoming a genuine member of the Myriad Spirits Garden's "Young Guard." He had naturally taken over as chief of the Recommendation Bureau, completing his magnificent transformation from top salesman to management.
He now took orders only from Senior Brother Lin Ye and raked in money for the Second Seat alone, finally becoming the diehard lackey he had always wanted to be. Apart from his immediate superior, he could snub anyone and covet the star source in anyone's pockets. He swaggered about unchecked, brimming with confidence. It felt fucking fantastic.
Now that his poor relatives had come to town, he naturally had to entertain them. Having received word early, Little Bad King had directly instructed the Internal Affairs Office's main kitchen to reserve an elegant room in the Reception Hall and prepare a banquet in advance, with the hospitality appropriate for a second-rank official of the Divine Court.
The elegant room was spacious and bright, twenty paces from east to west and thirty from north to south, as large as a courtyard. Its lavish interior, carved beams, and painted pillars were imposing in the extreme. Thirty-six exotic delicacies, accompanied by twelve pots of aged wine of differing origins and flavors, made the feast look so extravagant that merely looking at it left one ashamed to reach for the food.
How could spirit beasts who had only just