"Junior Sister Shuu commissioned me to craft a toy for amorous play, not a deadly Weapon."
"That thing..."
"That thing is absolutely not poisoned! I beg you to investigate clearly, Elder, please!"
He spoke as he tremblingly pulled a Qiankun Bag from his robes, holding it up with both hands to present it to the man before him.
"Please investigate clearly, Elder!"
"Heh..." A faint smile appeared on the Dao Foundation Cultivator's face. He casually pocketed the Qiankun Bag and turned to leave.
"Seeing as you've shown your respect, I'll let this matter go. Just do your job properly from now on, and don't let me catch you again."
"Yes." Ding Gui kowtowed loudly:
"Thank you, Elder! Thank you, Elder!"
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As a Sect Disciple, some things were always unavoidable, such as feasts and gatherings among fellow disciples.
Today was the Snowfield's Flying Aurora, an event that occurred once every thirty years.
