The eight Pavilion Masters consulted on the spot and decided on the fastest strategy to publicize the "Tales of Emperor Shun."
Before they could even report to the Human Emperor, they were pushed out of the pavilion by the Dao rhythm emanating from Shen Nong and found themselves standing outside, wide-eyed and staring at one another.
"Tsk," Liu Baiyi said, his hands behind his back, sighing lightly. "A new generation truly surpasses the old."
"Enough of that," an old crone chided with a chuckle. "Among us, you are the one His Majesty trusts most. Wu Wangzi now shoulders a heavy responsibility. The words exchanged between His Majesty and him are ones we must not overhear; that would be overstepping."
