The stars shifted and the years turned.
In the blink of an eye, several thousand more years had passed.
"Honorary Guest, these are this year's accounts..."
Qi Hou respectfully handed a ledger to Fang Xi for inspection.
By now, he looked white-haired and utterly aged. This was actually not a good sign.
High-level cultivators generally did not display such changes until the final stretch, when their lifespans were nearly exhausted.
Even without using the Withered Glory Art's ability to sense lifespans, Fang Xi knew that this old man's end was not far away.
That's true. After all, it's been nearly ten thousand years...
Even the Tranquil Heart Abbess of the Bliss Pavilion has been replaced several times—from Zen Master Xiaoyue, to Venerable Tuotuo, to Venerable Red Lotus...
Even I have already survived eight Immortal Lightning Tribulations of the Mahayana Realm. With only the final one left, I'll become an Earth Immortal.
Fang Xi spoke to himself inwardly.
"Mm. The accounts are all in good order... Ever since Gong Jiujin passed away, you've had to shoulder everything alone."
He looked over the accounts and nodded in approval.
"Serving the household, I'd gladly die ten thousand deaths..."
Qi Hou's wrinkled old face split into a smile, revealing the few teeth he had left.
He was making a show of his absolute loyalty, but the other steward had already vanished without a trace.
Gong Jiujin had originally still had plenty of lifespan left. Unfortunately, he owed the masters too many immortal jades. During a ten-thousand-year anniversary at an arena, he had been forced onto the stage, only to encounter an immortal prodigy who could slay Mahayana cultivators while still in the Unity Realm. He had been brutally crushed and died on the spot...
This made Fang Xi sigh inwardly. Whether one was greedy