"Normal chairs are still the most comfortable to sit in—soft, cozy, and at least they don't freeze your ass off!"
Before a huge ice table ten feet long and five feet wide, Jiang Dali set down a scroll of documents and stretched lazily in satisfaction. Handling official business while seated in a large beast-hide chair was far more comfortable than sitting on that damned Mystic Ice Divine Throne that increased the cultivation speed of ice-element cultivation techniques.
Several piles of scrolls and documents now lay on the table like small mountains. Many had already been reviewed by him, while many of the remaining ones concerned records of the businesses, contracts, and other dealings Heavenly Gate had secretly developed in the martial world over the years. Some were even promissory notes from various sects.
Those promissory notes were practically treasures. At critical moments, they could be used to collect debts and weather difficult times.
As for whether the sects being pressed for repayment would acknowledge those debts, Jiang Dali believed that Black Wind Stronghold's Debt Collection Department, with its principle of convincing people through reason, would certainly make those sects willingly settle their accounts.
At a small table opposite him, Ning Su had long since finished sorting through a stack of documents. Seeing Jiang Dali pause for a rest, she immediately raised her head and looked toward him. When she saw him rubbing the space between his brows to rest his mind, the words at her lips stalled, and she politely waited for the moment.
Even in the eyes of a player like her, who had already seen plenty of the world and many outstanding men, an NPC like Jiang Dali possessed a mysterious and unusual allure. His rugged, heroic appearance and bold bearing carried an extraordinary distinction, and she could