*If it were him, perhaps he would have paused to consider the impact and etiquette.*
But with Lei Jun's current cultivation and status, whether or not he attended such a law conference depended entirely on his own interest.
If he went, it was a rare spectacle since the founding of the event.
If he did not go, it was the attendees' regret, not his own.
"Baobao, come here."
Lei Jun called for his eldest disciple, giving no extra instructions, only noting that although the law conference was being held at White Horse Mountain near Luoyang, it was still outside the city. Normally, under the emperor's feet, nobody dared take audacious risks, but any outing demanded caution and attention to personal safety.
Zhuo Baojie nodded solemnly.
With his master uncle, master, and third master uncle's three layers of instruction both in words and actions, Gungun was always cautious in his day-to-day conduct.
Except, of course, when he was occasionally greedy for food…
