1655 What Is The Lord Trying To Do This Time? (2/2)

”My Lord, I don't get it; are you trying to push all of Celestial Master Zuo's responsibilities to Miss Gu?”

Mu Feng impatiently asked when he saw Di Fuyi emerge from the stargazing lab.

Di Fuyi slightly nodded. ”Why not?”

”So, you have decided to give up this identity?” Mu Feng asked again.

”I'm tired of it.” Di Fuyi said only four words.

Mu Feng was depressed. All the four messengers had worked for The Lord about 500 to 600 years; they knew him very well.

The Lord was good in everything, however, he got tired or bored very easily regardless what he did. Thus, he had to create many different identities to wander around the world.

However, there must be a main identity for each period. For example, he has been using 'Di Fuyi' in the recent century. While he was a powerful king regent who was hated by the people a hundred years ago. When the four of them were recruited a long time ago, he was a hermit who did not get involved in any matter.

He would get bored after carrying a particular identity for a period and then he would find a way to make that identity disappear. Later, he would create another one to replace it and then inherited it to the next generation.

However, The Lord would usually create a new identity to slowly replace the previous one when he got bored. Which means, he would not pass his main responsibilities to others but would still execute his mission with a new identity.

Surprisingly, he decided to pass all the authorities of Celestial Master Zuo to Gu Xijiu.

'What is The Lord trying to do this time?'

Although The Lord was often unpredictable and always confused others, Mu Feng thought he understood The Lord and was able to understand a little more of his mind most of the time as he has been his follower for a few centuries. However, he had no idea this time. Finally, he asked after holding back for the whole day, ”My Lord, we can understand that you're bored with your current identity, but what makes you pass all the authorities to Miss Gu…?”

Di Fuyi was sipping his tea in front of a small tea table. He was gazing at the moon and did not seem to care about the question.