Am I Inferior to Wang Zhong? That's Right!

"Little Liu, you and your companions performed well today. We have high hopes for you," Xu Tong patted Liu Bowen's shoulder, nearly dislocating his bones.

"Thank you, Second senior sister, for your praise," Liu Bowen said proudly.

The other five ministers chimed in:

"A disciple of the Starry Pavilion dares to provoke our Spacious Spirit Sect?"

"Indeed, even if Shen Wen were here, he'd have to think twice."

"Head, Three senior sisters, please wait a moment. We'll go get Shen Wen."

But in the next moment, the Six Ministers froze in place, and the sky had turned pitch black.

"Don't move, this is an astrology prohibition!" Wang Zhong spoke. Indeed, Shen Wen's proficiency in astrology was extraordinary. It might even be on par with King Jing.

"Shen Wen? What are you doing?" Liu Bowen immediately spoke.

"We came here to oversee the assessment as well," the Minister of Personnel also said.