"Sect Leader."
Huang Lao Xu, who had always harbored prejudice against Xu Qing, finally lowered his head.
When Huang Lao Xu was about to leave, the Golden Chicken in the shop followed him out the door, flapping its wings, looking extremely smug!
The nature of chickens and yellow wolves is discordant; seeing the old Yellow Weasel embarrassed, the Golden Simurgh naturally felt delighted.
Just as Huang Xiaoliu had finished putting up the couplets, he happened to see Xu Qing coming out of the shop, and his ancestor was respectfully following one step behind.
When they arrived at the Paper Mache Shop, Xu Qing glanced over.
The couplets, originally aligned inwards, had now turned outwards.
What the Yellow Weasel thought was proper didn't seem to align with human standards.
Xu Qing shook his head, considering it a feature of the Transmission Hall; as long as Huang Xiaoliu passed messages timely and accurately, it didn't matter if the couplets were crooked.