Less than thirty minutes after Qin Haoran showed the video feed, a noisy commotion broke out in the front reception lobby of Taichu Group.
Pushing through the glass entrance doors was a very dramatic pair.
Walking at the front was Senior Brother Jian Wuchen, formerly Mount Qingcheng’s most celebrated prodigy.
His right knee was permanently stiffened from his previous humiliation, forcing him to lean heavily on an ostentatious golden cane topped with a glittering dragon head.
He wore flowing, embroidered white immortal robes, an expression of pious, tearful virtue plastered across his handsome face.
Clinging tightly to his arm was Lin Mo’s ex-girlfriend, Liu Yan.
Liu Yan had coated her face in heavy porcelain powder and waterproof mascara, wearing a faux-humble grey cotton gown that cost more than a year of mortal wages.
Behind them walked two paid cameramen carrying crystal recording apparatuses, accompanied by a small crowd of curious onlookers and market spectators.
