The man in the Black Robe walked toward the depths of the Heavenly Forge Bureau. Before long, he arrived at a small courtyard. In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged, as silently and ghostly as a specter.
"How are things?"
"All is normal."
"The Great Saint has ordered strict surveillance of this courtyard. Even if a fly were to fly into it, you must determine whether it is male or female," the man in the Black Robe said gravely.
"Yes!"
The man in the Black Robe waved his hand lightly then donned a hypocritical smile and slowly knocked on the courtyard's main gate.
Soon the gate opened, and Mr. Mo, with his pale complexion, appeared before him.
"This humble one, Qu Shan, greets Mr. Mo!" said the man in the Black Robe, his tone revealing a hint of kindness, a stark contrast to his earlier speech.
"What brings you here?" Mr. Mo said, clearly displeased.
