In Tongming Hall.
The Jade Emperor wore a moon-white robe and held a scroll in his hand, carefully perusing it.
Taibai Venus stood by, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his mouth, his mouth on his heart, already wandering off to who knows where.
"The Martial Arts Convention is coming up soon, right?" the Jade Emperor suddenly asked.
"Your Majesty, it's not far off," Taibai Venus quickly replied. "Lord Li asked last time how this year's convention should be organized, and I advised him to wait a bit longer."
"Has the position of the convention's overseer been decided?" the Jade Emperor put down the scroll.
"Ah, about that…" Taibai Venus's expression changed, and he hastily said, "Your Majesty, I am at fault. In past years, Lord Li always managed the Martial Arts Convention, so I thought…"
"You, Li Changgeng, love to talk; why don't we have you oversee the Martial Arts Convention this year?" the Jade Emperor sneered.