"Bao Jiaxiang! Don't dawdle. Tell me, where's last month's ledger?"
Kuang Chen's five fingers clutched the wooden rack tightly, veins bulging at his temples. The little snake twisted about, displeased to the extreme.
"I'll look, I'll look. Last month... oh, the lesser Treasure Vault consumed a total of first-rank Blood Treasures..." Bao Jiaxiang did not dare face Kuang Chen's fury and hurriedly flipped through the ledger. Seeing that Lao Yingtian had not moved for some time, he turned around and found him still standing behind them, frozen on the spot. He hurriedly called out, "Yingtian, come register them! Why are you standing there like a post? What are you dazing out for?"
"Coming!"
Lao Yingtian withdrew his gaze and shouted. His hoarse voice echoed through the Treasure Vault, startling not only Bao Jiaxiang but even himself.
Only then did Lao Yingtian realize that his heart was pounding wildly, his muscles stiff as iron, his lips cracked, and his saliva sticky as glue. It seemed that even breathing and blinking required conscious control. He forcibly calmed himself, splitting his attention in two as he moved his legs and silently counted his breaths.
A quarter of an hour.
A quarter of an hour was one hundred and fifty breaths.
One hundred and fifty breaths. He could delay for no more than two hundred. Elder Yu had to return!
"Why are you so stiff? So nervous?" Kuang Chen suddenly spoke, narrowing his trademark phoenix eyes again like a fox. "Don't tell me you stole something from the Treasure Vault?"
Lao Yingtian's expression did not change. He shifted his feet and raised his voice. "Everything in the Treasure Vault is sect property. How would Lao dare harbor such thoughts? It is only that Senior Brother rarely shows concern for his fellow disciples, seldom comes