Having just climbed out of the black iron pit that was the Demon Emperor Gate, Young Master Yuan stepped straight into the bronze quagmire that was Jun Changxiao.
Fortunately.
He had no idea, and continued to fulfill his duties with body and soul.
Of course.
Young Master Yuan's usefulness did not lie solely in keeping accounts and pinching pennies.
As he increasingly integrated into life at the Eternal Sect, he put forward many excellent suggestions and improved the sect's shortcomings.
Especially regarding the sect's business operations, he spent several sleepless nights redesigning the layout and wrote a reform proposal over ten thousand words long. It nearly put Jun Changxiao to sleep.
"Sect Master, what do you think?" Young Master Yuan asked.
Jun Changxiao forcibly roused himself and said, "Very good. Proceed according to your plan."
He truly was not skilled at such matters.
But if you used someone, you should not doubt them; if you doubted someone, you should not use them. So he delegated authority and let Young Master Yuan go all out, while he only needed to review the monthly results.
With the Sect Master's support, Hall Master Fu began making arrangements and putting them into action one after another. Since it involved the sect's commercial secrets, there was no need to elaborate.
Now, as for Hall Master Fan.
During this period, he had constantly been infusing souls into Li Qingyang and the others' divine weapons. Though it remained difficult, with experience, he was becoming increasingly adept.
Just as Jun Changxiao had said.
Fan Yezi simply lacked God-grade equipment to practice with. Once he had it, he would surely become proficient through repeated practice.
"Phew!"
Jun Changxiao lay in the study's reclining chair, his feet propped on the desk.
He said happily, "The Forging Hall has a Hall