To the west of the center of Seoul City, there is a group of antique-style buildings covering a large area.

This is Sejongzheng’s headquarters,

Jingfu Palace!

After the convoy drove onto a nearby asphalt road, the traffic volume immediately became much smaller, and the roadside was densely covered with vegetation, giving it a quiet beauty of cicadas deep in the woods.

The noise of the world seemed to be lost, and there was only the sound of snowflakes falling on the ground.

Lin Baici looked out through the car window.

Powerful people know how to choose places, and they can create such beautiful buildings and such comfortable working environments in the city.

After being inspected at the gate, the motorcade drove in. After a few minutes, it stopped in front of a building.

Gululu!

Lin Baici's stomach growled, and he felt hungry, and it was very strong.

This is Shi Zongzheng's lair. There are many divine hunters, so naturally he possesses many top-quality sacred objects.

It would be great if we could cook these people together!

"Mr. Lin, please!"

Wen Zhenqing got out of the car and opened the door, allowing Lin Bai to come out.

The snowflakes are a little bigger.

Lin Baici stood on the cobblestone floor, first glanced around, and then looked at the palace with the plaque hanging in front of him.

Oh shit!

Living in a place like this, do you think you are an emperor?

Lin Baici stepped up the steps.

Wen Zhenqing and his party breathed a sigh of relief.

After completing the mission and entering Gyeongbokgung Palace, even if Lin Baici had wings, he would not be able to fly out even if he entered his own territory.

After entering the palace, a female secretary wearing a white suit skirt and black stockings and high heels greeted her: "Please go this way!"

Wen Zhenqing left a guard behind. Without Zongzheng's call, the staff were not allowed to enter at will, not even the head of the group.

Lin Baici followed the female secretary, walked around and around, passed through two corridors, and came to a main hall.

"Dear Zongzheng, Mr. Lin is here!"

Across the wooden door, the female secretary bent down and saluted with a respectful tone.

"Let him in!"

A majestic voice came from the room.

Lin Baici raised his eyebrows. Listening to this voice, it sounded like a primary school student who made a mistake and was called to the office by an angry teacher, inevitably scolded.

The female secretary opened the door and made an inviting gesture towards Lin Baici.

Lin Bai resigned and went in.

The space inside is very large, covered with expensive Persian carpets. When you step on them, they are so soft that half of your feet can sink into them.

The wonderful fragrance of white sandalwood, borneol, and tamora mixed together not only makes people relaxed and happy, but also makes people feel as if they are in the Western bliss, the world of Bodhi, and detached from this mundane world.

In the front, there are three people, and then there are two people on the left and right sides, sitting together like an ancient banquet.

In front of each of them, there is a small eucalyptus table with tea and fruits on it. Next to it, there is a small red clay stove, where tea is boiling.

Seven girls in white gauze skirts each knelt down next to a small stove, adding tea and water to serve Master Zongzheng beside them.

When these elders saw Lin Baici come in, four of them pretended not to notice and ignored him, while three of them stared at him with sharp eyes.

No one asked Lin Baici to sit down, because in the eyes of these people, a humble commoner like Lin Baici was indeed unworthy.

"Damn it, these people really enjoy it!"

Lin Baici's heart was filled with swear words.

[They must be killed to serve as a warning to others. You, a man standing at the top of the food chain, have never enjoyed this much. Why are these two-legged reptiles? 】

The God of Cookery was angry.

The main hall was quiet, no one spoke, only the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Lin Baici had never experienced such an occasion, but he could probably guess that the three at the front should have the highest status.

The one in the middle had a pair of triangular eyes and a serious face, as if everyone owed him 100 million. The one on the left had a slightly kinder expression. He noticed Lin Baici's gaze and smiled.

The one on the right looked at Lin Baici with a look like a knife, as if he could scrape off a layer of his skin.

"Come here, give me a seat!"

The amiable old man on the left spoke calmly.

"Han Minji, is it necessary to pretend to be a good guy when dealing with people like this from Kyushu?"

Park Xiangyuan's triangular eyes were like poisonous snakes, looking with evil intent.

"There is an old saying in Kyushu, which is that it takes thirty years to be east of Hedong and thirty years to be west of Hexi. Don't bully young people into poverty!"

Han Mingji looked at Lin Baici: "As a young man who killed the God of Busan, why can't I have a cup of tea from you?"

Whoosh!

Everyone's eyes passed over Lin Baici without leaving a trace. Han Mingji's words were not a compliment, but a test of Lin Baici's reaction.

It's a pity that Lin Baici remained unmoved, neither proud nor panicked, making it impossible to see any emotion on his part.

Only Ri Jung Hyuk, who was sitting on the right, had a more solemn expression.

Because Lin Baici's expression was actually enough to explain some problems.

People are very confident

Park Xiangyuan did not answer Han Mingji, but stared at Lin Baici: "You don't think that because you are from Kyushu, we can't do anything to you, do you?"

"See clearly, this is Goryeo, Sejongzheng, not Kyushu!"

[A person who came to power relying on family inheritance has entered the Divine Ruins three times, but all of them were soy sauce and had thigh straps. Although he has divine favor, he has no combat experience at all. ]

[My ancestors had two prime ministers!]

[A man who was born in Rome and almost became the king of Rome!]

God of Cookery review.

"Are you a white face?"

Lin Baici curled his lips, it seemed like he was good at everything, his ability was not as good as his family background.

boom!

Park Xiangyuan slapped the table: "Presumptuous!"

"You are a bit low-cultivated!"

Lin Baici sarcastically said: "Let me tell you, elders, this kind of person is sitting in the main seat, and his status seems to be higher than yours. How can you bear it?"

"Ha ha!"

Han Mingji couldn't help laughing. This kid was brave enough and dared to make fun of him. But unfortunately, his courage was so great that he couldn't even think of walking out of Sejongzheng completely today.

"Did you kill the God of Busan?"

Lee Jung Hyuk asked.

"What? If you can't kill me, why don't you let others kill you?"

Lin Baici asked back.

When Lin Baici walked in here today, even if he gave in, the outcome would most likely not be good, not to mention that with his character, he would not give in.

Then do it!

If there was a fight, Lin Baici knew that he would definitely not be able to win in his hometown, but fortunately, he had an ace in the hole.

In the right pocket of Lin Baici's jeans, there is a pair of white stockings. As long as she sniffs them hard, she can summon the crazy maid to play a 'master game'.

This person is one of the seven inconceivables, and the pollution of the unfolding rules is extremely intense.

What's wrong with the crowd?

How many died!

"How do you kill a god?"

Lee Jung Hyuk asked.

"Do you really believe it?"

Park Xiangyuan despised: "Even if he makes a sneak attack, he can't kill the god. At most, he can take advantage of the great shaman's unawareness and steal one or two trophies!"

Park Sang-won and the others jointly wrote an invitation to show their respect and invited Shakira. However, when they were rejected, Shakira turned to Lin Baici and played with him for two days.
To be continued...