"Are you playing with me?" Xian Chan Chenchen roared, pulling out a short gun and pointing it at the Grand Steward: "If you can't find the Holy Sword here, then obediently get down!"
"Anyway, the news of Cha Huan's death hasn't come yet; you don't need to be in such a hurry."
The Grand Steward, as if coaxing a child, comforted, "We have plenty of time."
"Don't blame me for being perfunctory with you; who told you to interrupt me? If I don't clearly explain the causes, how can you understand the consequences? You can pick a place to sit first; searching for the Holy Sword isn't a momentary task."
Xian Chan Chenchen frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then obediently put away the short gun and randomly found a pile of books to sit on. There was only one chair on the entire seventh floor, and Le Yin directly walked behind the desk, sitting in the principal's seat.
