In the Study room of the Immortal Cliff Residence, where Wang Zijia usually conducted his official business, the figure of Wang Zijia quietly coalesced into existence.
"Greetings, Pavilion Master!" An Xingsheng, who had been waiting in the room, immediately paid his respects, "Disciple is incompetent and disturbs the Pavilion Master's serene cultivation!"
Wang Zijia casually waved his hand and said, "Let's hear it, has something urgent happened?"
An Xingsheng saw that Wang Zijia was not angry and quietly sighed with relief.
Over the years, as time passed, even in daily life where Wang Zijia did not deliberately display any authority, the aura of a high-ranking person, the force field of a high-level cultivation life, was also intensifying.
This meant that even though he clearly understood Wang Zijia's temperament, as Wang Zijia's cultivation continued to grow, the closer he served him, the more careful and cautious he became, and the pressure grew increasingly heavy.