"Put your hands down, you defective brat, and go wash the library dust off your face," Jiu Zui commanded, his gravelly voice carrying the absolute authority of a peak lord. "You have exactly ten minutes to put on your formal Sovereign Elder robes. Do not make me drag you by the ear again."
Ji'an blinked, dropping her hands, her tactical panic temporarily overridden by profound confusion. "Formal robes? Why? Did someone die? Are we being audited by the sect treasury?"
