In front of the house, an elf who seemed to be a steward started distributing tasks, asking the cultivators and elves to take out the wooden tokens that had been handed out earlier.
The steward glanced at the tokens, and in the next second, the work was delegated.
With elves and cultivators combined, there were a hundred people, but under his efficient management, almost everyone was assigned within less than a quarter of an hour.
"This time, there are 34 elves and 82 cultivators who came to the Qingmu Emperor Palace, and everyone has been assigned..."
Suddenly, the steward paused in his speech, frowning, something wasn't right; there were 82 cultivators, but he had only assigned 81!
"Who else hasn't shown up?" he asked.
The little elves chimed in, "Sister Yu, we haven't seen Sister Yu!"
Meanwhile, "Sister Yu," amidst a swirl of dizzying spins, didn't arrive at the miscellaneous room, but instead found herself in a palace as cool as moonlight.
