"..."
Lu Chengde was covered in metaphorical black lines.
The other party was the Sect Master of one of the three great Sacred Lands of Cultivation, essentially one of the three giants within a hundred thousand miles of the Tianqing Mountain Range. They could change the entire landscape with a mere stomp of their foot.
But now, the Sect Master of one of the three great Sacred Lands of Cultivation had come in person seeking an audience with Ye Xuan, yet Ye Xuan had told them to wait because he needed to sleep first.
However, Lu Chengde didn't dare say anything more; he could only follow Ye Xuan's orders and set off to leave.
On his way out, he remembered Ye Xuan's instruction and closed the door behind him.
When he had closed the door, Lu Chengde heard Ye Xuan's snoring.
That made the corners of Lu Chengde's mouth twitch involuntarily—it seemed their master really hadn't woken up yet.
Lu Chengde left with a wry smile shaking his head.
