After the official from the Xianmen Sect's Ministry of Foreign Affairs left.
Only two people remained.
"Do you know why True Monarch Bo Ming was so angry?"
Immortal Dinghai put away the sleeping Yu Qianzi, summoned an unmanned drone from the Immortal City Police Headquarters, placed him inside, gave some instructions, and casually asked.
"I don't know."
Jiang Ding shook his head.
He had never been involved in the inner circles of the Xianmen Sect and did not understand the complexities involved.
"Because you've brought him, and the entire Ministry of Foreign Affairs, a huge trouble."
Immortal Dinghai explained, "For the next several decades, they might have to work overtime every year. They have to explain to the Five Elements Heavenly Sect, clarify with Shangqing Lingbao Sect, and soothe several other neutral Immortal Sects... and so on."
"That's one thing, as cultivators do not fear fatigue."
