Ten years' worth of third-grade qi disks—equivalent to the salaries of several second-grade officials—was hardly even a scratch to the entire Ghost Dao. My wife was the supreme ruler here, so once she opened her golden mouth, they should have given us much more. Wasn't giving us ten disks practically an insult?
"It... it is a little too little... After all, it's for a Saint Venerable. I thought we could at least ask for twenty years' worth of third-grade qi disks..." Sun Dongshi grew somewhat depressed. I glared at him and said, "Look at you, so timid! Didn't you tell him that the Saint Venerable wanted a hundred years' worth of qi disks?"
"Unjustly accused, High God! I did tell him! It's just that the Great Ghost Emperor said it's currently the end of the year, and the immortal qi disks are running at a deficit and have nearly run dry. So he temporarily gave us ten years' worth to tide us over for a while. Once the year-end passes and aid from the envoys of the various realms arrives, he'll distribute another ten years' worth to the Saint Venerable..." Sun Dongshi hurriedly complained.
"What? The envoys of the various realms are coming after the year-end?" This time, Sun Dongshi successfully shifted my attention from the immortal qi disks to the envoys.
"Yes... yes. What's wrong?" Sun Dongshi looked at me timidly, completely confused. He was afraid I was about to come up with some new scheme.
I sank into thought. These envoys were coming to deliver relief supplies. As the representative of the supreme ruler of the Ghost Dao, I wondered whether I could meet them. Asking why they were aiding the Ghost Dao and probing their true strength would also be extremely necessary.
"It's nothing. By the way,