Lu Hong walked out of the secret room and couldn't help but give the Holy King a thumbs up.
"Good performance today, I'll let you devour more later."
"Hey, can you not use such a sleazy term? Call it 'devour,' alright?"
"Oh, whatever suits you," Lu Hong gave Qing Ling an OK gesture.
Qing Ling said, "Uncle Bacon's deputy came. He said he wants to take you to register information and arrange for the preliminaries."
Lu Hong glanced at the doorway. Bacon's deputy was bowing to him at the entrance.
"This late?" Lu Hong was surprised. "Who registers information in the middle of the night?"
"How should I know?" Qing Ling shrugged. "You can choose not to go."
Lu Hong was quite puzzled and took a closer look. Bacon's deputy clearly had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, apparently something was amiss.
Jin Fu emerged from the secret room and also noticed something odd. He spoke, "Your Majesty, if you need, this old servant can handle it for you."
