As the Chief of the Divine Thunder Bureau, Fan Lei had quite a few Immortal Officials from the Divine Thunder Bureau gathered around him.
Right now they were all sitting under a decorated canopy, waiting to enter the venue on the day the contest started.
Though they were all dignified Immortal Officials, their current setup was a bit shabby.
No helping it—before the first-round mass selection ended, the Celestial Palace didn't arrange any lodging.
And around Lantai, luxurious Palaces weren't allowed either.
"Jiang Cheng!"
As soon as he saw this guy, Fan Lei Daoist Venerable's face went green on the spot.
"What are you doing here?"
Brother Cheng burst out laughing.
"Listen to yourself—if you can come, how come I can't?"
Fan Lei immediately dragged him off to the side, lowered his voice, and voiced his displeasure.
"You're sitting pretty as the Chief of the Celestial Pill Department, what are you doing here joining the circus?"
