44 The Young Masters

For the young girl to go AWOL.

The maid, the one who had started, shook her head disdainfully.

A poor girl like that going all the way to consult the deacon.

In the unlikely event that you anger the Deacon, the gods will not be able to save you.

If you piss off the Chief Deacon, you won't be saved by the immortals.

The maid's name was Zhou Ling Shan, and she had been working as a maid in the Immortal Guest House for almost half a year.

Sort of half old.

Usually, they called out to the new maids by virtue of their status.

That was the case with the young girl just now.

Zhou Ling Shan had already tripped her up three times this month, causing her to be reprimanded by the Deacon several times.

If she did it again, she would probably be fired.

Although the new maid will get no benefit from her dismissal, she was still happy to marginalize the newcomer.

Perhaps this was the sorrow of the little one.

Immortal Guest House, second floor.

The Archdeacon was standing respectfully with his hands hanging down, usually awe-inspiring, but now he was just like an ordinary student, not daring to take a breath.

After all, these two people in front of him couldn't be messed with.

"Ling'er, how long has it been." The old man stood in front of the window with a negative hand, lamenting.

"Almost a month or so." Hong Ling trailed off.

"When do you think this tall man will come over."

"Grandpa, you've asked for the eighth time this month, I really don't know!"

The old man and the young woman were Hong Zhennan, the founder of the Hong Chamber of Commerce, and his granddaughter, Hong Ling.

Ever since Hong Ling and Lu Xuan had parted, Hong Zhen Nan had spent almost every day living like a day without saying two sentences about Lu Xuan, feeling uncomfortable all over.

It couldn't be helped, who let Lu Xuan suggest the possibility of having him practice again.

His meridians, many years ago, had been reversed by his own cultivation.

The cultivation did not advance but regressed.

If nothing else, he won't make it back to the top until the day he dies.

Now, since there was hope of re-cultivating, Hong Zhennan naturally wouldn't give up, just like a drowning man who was grasping at straws to save his life.

Lu Xuan's arrival had undoubtedly brought him a burst of dawn.

Unfortunately, this tall man, the dragon, could not see the end.

More than a month went by with no word from anyone.

If it wasn't for the fact that this tall man didn't like to be disturbed, he might have to squat near Lu Xuan's cave, waiting for a rabbit.

"Don't worry, since that person promised to come back, he will come." Hong Ling consoled.

"Let's hope so." Hong Zhennan nodded.

"By the way, what do you want to report, Little Chen?" Hong Chenan suddenly remembered that the deacon of the Immortal Guest House was still waiting on the side and asked.

The archdeacon wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said to himself, "Your Lordship has finally remembered me."

"Lord Hong, in three months, the Tianwu City's Wind Cloud Gathering will begin, I wonder if your lordship has any recommended candidates in mind."

Hong Zhennan said, "Wind Cloud Gathering? Did those juniors make a party out of it?"

"Yes, this time's Wind Cloud Gathering is unprecedented, twelve cities have already announced their participation, and the city masters from all sides have chosen their representatives, it's just our Tianwu City."

""Since that's the case, let the lord of Heavenly Martial City get it done, meddling in other people' affairs is something I can't do."

"This, I'm afraid it's not right, you're the imperial patriarch, your words carry far more weight than the city lord, and the young talent you select will naturally be a level better than the ones we pick without permission."

The Archdeacon said, "You know, this Wind Cloud Gathering has a different meaning, it's a prelude to the opening of the Secret Realm, and only if you win the top prize of the Wind Cloud Gathering will you be eligible to participate in the next stage of the Secret Realm Trials."

"Alright, I'll keep an eye on it then, so you guys can use the candidates you picked before." Hong Zhennan faintly said.

"Yes!"

"Grandpa, I'm going too!" Hong Ling listened on a whim.

"What are you going to do, it's no place to fool around, you might get killed." Hong Chenan didn't look good.

Wind Cloud Gathering was fine, it was just a cut between martial artists, so it wouldn't be too heavy-handed.

But the secret realm after the Wind Cloud Gathering was an extremely ferocious and dangerous place.

The number of martial artists who had fallen was countless.

Even some martial artists who were close to the Xuan Life realm would die there despite being slightly careless.

How would Hong Zhennan allow Hong Ling to participate in such a bloody trial.

"Hmph, I don't care, I have to go." Hong Ling trailed off.

"No means no."

The grandfather and granddaughter were at odds with each other, and the archdeacon on the other side couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

And at that moment, there was a sudden knock at the door.

The pair of grandfathers and granddaughters who were still playing around instantly reverted to the way they were at the beginning, one inscrutable, the other good and cute.

"Slave servant, Fang Lan, has something important to tell you!"

The person knocking at the door was the maid at the counter.

After asking around, she learned that the Archdeacon was among the elegant rooms on the second floor, and immediately trotted over, intending to report on the matter of the Hongmen Order.

"Come in."

A rather indifferent voice was heard, and Fang Lan's eyes looked to her toes as she stepped into the compartment, not daring to raise her head for a second glance.

Vaguely, she seemed to see the figure of a wonderful woman.

"Tell me what needs to be reported in such a hurry."

The Archdeacon was also speechless.

Among the maids, Lan Fang was famously confused, either keeping track of the wrong people or the wrong accounts, and always had her hands full.

He had warned this woman many times.

The next time a person commits an offence, he or she will be dismissed.

If the next offense was committed, she would be fired.

A few days after saying so, she made another mistake and reported in person.

There was an unwritten rule for maids and waiters.

If you could solve it yourself, try not to trouble the top, but if you get involved, even the smallest thing will be magnified a thousand times over.

It wasn't the first time that Lan Fang had come up to report things.

Otherwise, she'll be fired after this was done.

The Archdeacon darkened.

"Reporting back to the Deacon, I met a man at the front desk who gave me this token, and I felt that the matter was too important to make up my mind." Fang Lan shyly said.

"Bring it."

The Archdeacon staked out a hand.

Fang Lan handed over a mysterious token to the archdeacon.

Gentle as jade in the hand.

Obviously, this token was very expensive.

But when the Archdeacon saw the token, the profoundly profound Hong character, he was so shocked that his back broke out in a cold sweat, and spoke out in shock, "Hongmen Order?"

"The Hongmen Order?"

Hearing that, Hong Zhennan and Hong Ling both looked at each other.

The Hongmen Order was the highest level token of the Hong's Chamber of Commerce.

Seeing the token was equivalent to seeing Hong Zhennan himself.

Hong's Chamber of Commerce was founded almost forty years ago.

Hong Chenan has only handed out three Hongmen orders.

The first time was given to the lord of Dan City.

The second time it was given to his own henchman, Shadow.

The third and most recent time, it was given to that mysterious high ranking person, Lu Xuan!

It was impossible for the Dan City Master to leave Dan City without a word, so there was only one possibility left!

Then the mysterious young master, Lu Xuan, is now downstairs in the Immortal Guest House!