There were several "tuk-tuk" knocks on the door outside the wing.
Di Qing raised his eyes slightly, stared at the door with his cold, colorless eyes, and whispered coldly, "Come in."
A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old lowered his head as he entered the door, bowed and saluted, "Elder brother, master, please come over."
Di Qing said a faint "hmm", and after the boy went out, he stood up and walked slowly out the door.
At this time, in the meeting hall, He Fengyang, the leader of Xuanjian Peak, was sitting at attention, discussing with two direct disciples the upcoming trial meeting.
"The rules set by this trial conference are all in the book. Please take a look at it, Master." An old man in his fifties with a black beard stood up and handed over a book, saluting to the first He Fengyang.
He Fengyang, with crane hair and childlike face, took the booklet handed by his disciple, nodded slightly and opened a page.
At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the meeting hall, "Master, the disciple Peng Liang, the seventh-level envoy of the trial building, wants to see you."
He Fengyang raised his head, put down the book in his hand and looked at the person, "Let him come in."
After a moment, a young disciple was seen striding in. He held his hands in a bow and said, "This is the leader. I am here under the command of the master. Please take a trip to the trial building."
The fifty-year-old man with a black beard glanced at the young disciple coldly, "It's ridiculous, Master has so many things to do every day, how can he have time to go to the trial building?"
"But……"
"Master." A cold voice sounded from the door.
He Fengyang's slightly frowning eyebrows immediately relaxed, and he said with a smile, "Qing'er is here, come in quickly."
"Master Qing'er will take a look and see if the rules of this trial conference need to be revised or not." He Fengyang smiled and waved to Emperor Qing, handing over the booklet in his hand.
A dark light suddenly flashed across the eyes of the fifty-year-old man with a black beard, and he said with a smile, "Junior brother, every time there is a meeting, the master has to send someone to invite you personally. You are really well behaved."
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He Fengyang frowned, glanced at the strange man inadvertently, and scolded, "Lu Tianshan, don't always talk about yin and yang. This is your junior brother, not an enemy."
The fifty-year-old man hurriedly lowered his head, appearing to be respectful but actually hiding the jealousy in his eyes, "Yes, Master, I understand."
He Fengyang snorted coldly, and when he looked at the expressionless Di Qing, he put on a warm look and said, "I'll leave the matter of the trial meeting to you and Zhao You."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged Confucian scholar hurriedly took two steps forward, unable to hide his joy, "It's Master. I will definitely help my junior brother to successfully organize this trial meeting."
"Master." Di Qing looked helpless and glanced at He Fengyang.
Master knew that he didn't like to have to deal with these mundane things, but he still wanted to leave this trial meeting to him.
On the other hand, he worked hard but failed to get a good result. In the end, his junior brother took away the right to host the trial conference?
Lu Tianshan, an old man in his fifties, was so angry that smoke almost billowed out of his head.
The master in charge is so biased that he has no eyes to see it!
"Master!" A young disciple hurriedly ran in outside the door again, his face full of joy.
"What's the matter?"
"The Lord of Tiandian is back."
"What?" He Fengyang, who was originally motionless, suddenly jumped up from his chair, with a look of disbelief on his face without a trace of wrinkles.