Lan Ting did not go inside; she wasn't qualified and could only wait outside.
Hou Niao, holding the registry copy obtained from Chenglu Hall, walked leisurely into Cornelian Hall. Here, he was a figure that drew attention, and no one failed to recognize him.
The Golden Core cultivators from North An would come over for a chat, while those from South An would respectfully keep their distance, knowing that while he couldn't be provoked, he could at least be avoided.
The Daoist in charge of reception was a bit nervous, taking the transcript Hou Niao handed over, feeling a massive headache. One hundred and seventy-eight years, that's quite a long tenure,
"Senior Brother Hou, what do you mean by this?"
Hou Niao shamelessly declared, "Because of certain special reasons, I have a classified mission, so my identity is rather secretive, known to few. But the Masters are aware, you can verify this point with them.
