Yan Wencheng suddenly stopped in his tracks and whispered, "Cui Hao is not the kind of cultivator who wears his emotions on his sleeve; something feels off."
The other two also stopped, exchanged a glance, and were simultaneously overtaken by a sense of alarm.
Could there be a trap hidden within?
"..."
Inside a side hall of the Office of Deacons.
Cui Hao leaned back lazily in his chair, leisurely flipping through the pages of a book.
He actually didn't like reading.
But many of the elders from the Baiyu Capital had this habit.
So he followed suit and tried to pick it up.
Before long, two figures hurried into the side hall and saluted with their hands, "Deacon Cui..."
Cui Hao lifted his eyes, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and feigned calmness as he said, "Speak, what exactly did Elder Liu reward them with?"
"Nothing!"
The side hall echoed with their unanimous response.
