Mu Feng's disguise would be able to fool others, but Gu Xijiu knows his identity. Therefore, although Mu Feng looked menacing, he felt unbearably embarrassed inside.
"The Lord sent me to notify you that as the National Celestial Master, you are to host the selection for the disciples of The Lord tomorrow without any delay." As soon as he finished relaying The Lord's message, he snapped his fingers, and a thin booklet flew to her hand. "Please refer to this booklet if you have any inquiries. Due to the shortage of time, we hope that Celestial Master Gu would attend to this matter with urgency."
What kind of game was Di Fuyi trying to play?
Gu Xijiu failed to comprehend this matter entirely and decided to ask, "If I may ask the Shangshan Messenger, doesn't the matter of auditioning The Lord's disciples fall under Celestial Master Zuo's responsibility? How could I exceed my authority?"
