Hou Niao chatted and laughed with the junior cultivators there, while sweat beaded on the two Daoist women's foreheads as they anxiously calculated his pay for the past hundred and seventy-eight years.
What pay grade was an undercover agent? Was there hazard pay? Special funding?
And for a True Disciple, was a Constellation True Disciple another grade higher?
Since he had gone to Hell Star, did he also need a cosmic radiation allowance? Should they follow the standards of sects in the Outer Cosmos?
Now that he had reached the Golden Core Realm, this seemed to be outside their jurisdiction...
Fortunately, someone arrived to rescue them. After learning that Hou Niao had appeared here, one of the Daoist women had sent a plea for help to the cultivator in charge of Chenglu Hall. This supervisor was extraordinarily bold, snatching the register from the Daoist woman's hands and staring straight at Hou Niao.
"You're already a Golden Core Martial Uncle, yet you're still bullying junior disciples. Have you no shame?"
Hou Niao looked and found an old acquaintance: the young girl Lanting. Of course, she was no longer young now, being about his age, but she had stalled at the Heavenly Connection Natural Realm. It was a real pity. "Lanting, we haven't seen each other in a hundred years or so. Your slightly older brother here has missed you terribly. So you've already been promoted to master of Chenglu Hall. Where's your sister?"
Lanting frowned, ignoring his attempts at conversation. "Come with me. They can't settle your business here! Making trouble the moment you arrive-you never behave yourself anywhere."
Smiling, he bade farewell to the junior cultivators and followed Lanting out of Chenglu Hall, still talking endlessly.
"Where are we going? What about my Daoist Register? Let me tell you, becoming