Elder Yansheng tapped his dry pipe and, with his hands behind his back, said, "This Poor Daoist proposes that in three months, within our Wanyun Sect, we hold a grand competition. This competition will be voluntary to participate in, to select a batch of trustworthy staff for Ping'an, the Heavenly Emperor. Ping'an, what do you think?"
"Elder Yansheng speaks sense!"
Li Ping'an took on an air of dignity, slowly nodding.
The eyes of the elders lit up, and they all gave Elder Yansheng a thumbs-up.
Li Ping'an took the opportunity to sidle a couple of steps aside and, with the swiftness of a thunderbolt that doesn't allow one to cover their ears, charged into a side hall.
He thought of the hundred thousand plus Qi Cultivators outside the mountain gate, as well as the constantly arriving sects and Loose Cultivators, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Misjudged, truly misjudged.
