The man furrowed his brows, "I've already said, I am in seclusion lately, not receiving any guests."
The attendant outside replied anxiously, "I understand, but this time it's Holy Seat Mansa who has come. We really couldn't refuse him... He seems quite angry, as if there's something he urgently needs to discuss with you."
"Lord, perhaps you should meet him?"
"I will not." The man leaned back on the sofa, casually placed a book on his crossed legs, his tone lethargic and indifferent, "I'm busy, tell him to go back."
"Shu Kui, do you know how serious the trouble within the Divine Hall has become lately? Why when things are happening during this period, you're acting as though you're dead, and I have not even seen your shadow!"
Mansa stormed in with force.
Shu Kui raised an eyebrow slightly and looked over in bewilderment, "What has happened, why has your demeanor become so ugly? Have a cup of water first to calm down."
"You!"
