Arrangements.
Princess Chuyang did not wander around the Song Family's hotel for long before moving directly into a quiet suite—and because Song Haoran had strongly insisted, his room was arranged next door as well.
"Whatever happened to 'not leaving a single leaf behind'?"
Song Ying gave him a thoroughly disdainful look... But ultimately, this was a good thing. If there really was a woman capable of tying Song Haoran down, perhaps even her grandfather would laugh in his sleep.
Song Haoran waved his hand and said they should discuss serious matters.
"What serious matters?" Song Ying did not beat around the bush either. Sitting up straight, she said, "You mean this batch... this batch of so-called Daoist experts? I don't think there's anything proper about this group. They're all a bunch of lecherous old men."
"They've been repressed for too long."
Song Haoran said calmly, "They're all people who pursued immortality but had no hope of attaining it. They spent their entire lives cultivating in seclusion, yet still had no hope of immortality in the end. I heard that Spiritual Energy has begun to recover, and some people's powers have started surging. But they spent all this time cultivating like salted fish, and simply don't have realms capable of matching their surging power. Blocking is worse than letting it flow. The Daoist Association's president means to throw this group into the mortal world to struggle around and gain some proper experience. The funny thing is that quite a few of these fellows are already grandmaster-level figures, yet in the end they still have to start cultivating from scratch."
Song Ying shook her head. She did not really understand what Song Haoran was talking about... Doing business—doing business in the human world—was the field she understood. "Anyway, just treat them well