Thud...
Bai Xiaosheng removed the note from the messenger eagle's foot, then set it free.
Neither Pei Xuanjing nor Daoist Xuanming, who was beside him, pressured him. Each sat impassively, waiting for the other to speak.
After deciphering the message from the note using the secret code he had memorized, Bai Xiaosheng looked up at the two disinterested men and said mockingly, "You're both rather too relaxed."
Daoist Xuanming replied, "With you managing everything, we could create confusion if we interfere too much."
"The renowned Bai Xiaosheng, who holds everything in the palm of his hand, doesn't need our input," Pei Xuanjing said casually, fooling around with a page of the Netherworld Book in his hand.
"Hmph," Bai Xiaosheng sneered disdainfully at their careless statements.
Then adopting a serious expression, he asked, "Have we received any news from Qingxu? Tomorrow there will be Court Debates on the square outside the Great Ming gate to appoint an emperor."
