Shi Feiyang couldn't help but slap the table in admiration after hearing the story, "Brilliant! Just follow this formula for the story, the common folk will love it."
He then asked, "What about me? How have you arranged for my character, the State Preceptor of Great Ming?"
Ji Fan swallowed, "I... I haven't thought about how to incorporate you..."
"Then don't think about it any longer! Don't you dare make up stories about me! Otherwise, I'll twist your head off."
Ji Fan nodded like a pecking chicken, "The scriptures we compile will definitely not contain even half a word related to you."
"That's good, since you are so diligent in your duties, I'll give you a gift," Shi Feiyang took out the refined Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu.
