"If I join the Heavenly Court, what are the procedures? Or, to be more specific, what would I need to do, what would I receive, and what rules would I have to follow?" Chu Tiange asked.
As he asked these questions, Chu Tiange felt utterly resigned.
The sensation was far too obvious-that feeling of following a predetermined script. The moment he opened his mouth, out came lines that had already been written for him.
That wasn't what I wanted to ask at all... Am I really here to be a fucking undercover agent...? Whatever. I'll give him a hand.
This was the benefit of Chu Ge having sorted out every aspect of the Mortal Realm. Now everyone was truly united, all willingly serving as his "puppets on strings," without any of their former resentment or disputes.
Chu Tiange was also thinking that once Chu Ge had fully reclaimed control over the Heavenly Realm and finished the story, someone with his temperament certainly wouldn't keep meddling. Then everyone would be free to roam this world, which in practice would be little different from breaking free of the Heavenly Dao, because no one would be deciding their fates anymore.
Even if he wanted to leave, to climb out of this well and see more of the vast worlds beyond, he could probably discuss that with Chu Ge too. Chu Ge had always loved and respected the characters he wrote, taking pride in their becoming real. It was certainly something they could work out together, so why rebel?
He was his father, after all... Whatever the case, that was much better than having some inscrutable Heavenly Emperor stirring things up.
So helping Chu Ge was helping himself. He could be a puppet for a while.
While he was thinking, the scholar was answering