Celestial Court, several days later.
Yibai sat on the throne with an air of calm, scrutinizing the documents in his hand.
To his left, Bodhi Daoist sat at a desk, busy with paperwork.
On his right, Eccentric Taoist was also at a desk, similarly engaged in reviewing documents.
At this moment, Eccentric Taoist's face was filled with deep resentment. He always felt that Yibai had set him up to come to the Celestial Court to help with the paperwork.
This task had lasted for several days.
Converted to the Mortal Realm's time, that was several years.
Eccentric Taoist asked Yibai if he could leave once he finished the paperwork and then he could be shown around the Celestial Court.
But Eccentric Taoist's heart sank as he saw the documents that the Celestial Soldiers brought every day.
He felt like he might never return.
