Zhou Ming looked at the terrified crowd below without growing angry.
He had measured his approach precisely: he wanted them afraid, but not despairing.
"No need to hand anything over," Zhou Ming interrupted Cang Yu.
Everyone froze, then raised their heads, confusion in their eyes.
Zhou Ming continued.
"I told you, all I want is fortune."
"As for anything else, how much you can obtain depends on your own abilities. I have no interest in asking about it."
At those words, everyone's taut nerves instantly relaxed, and they inwardly released a long breath in unison.
Then Zhou Ming changed tack.
"But since you've acquired such vast quantities of resources, you can't leave them gathering dust in your storage spaces."
"Resources must be converted into actual strength."
Zhou Ming's gaze swept over Purple Moon and Qing Yang before turning to Qin Jue.
"Put the collection of fortune on hold for now. I'll give you some time to cultivate in seclusion."
"Only by raising your cultivation can you collect more fortune for me in the future."
The people in the hall were stunned at first, then overjoyed.
They had thought they were about to be called to account. Instead, not only had they kept their resources, but their senior had actually offered them time to cultivate in seclusion!
At their level, resources and time were what they lacked most.
"Thank you for your grace, Senior!"
"We will spare no effort and will not fail your expectations!"
Deafening cries of thanks rang throughout the hall.
The fear in everyone's eyes faded, replaced by excitement they could not conceal.
Zhou Ming waved a hand.
"Enough. You may all leave. Come back to see me here whenever you finish your seclusion."
Everyone bowed again, then eagerly turned and left the hall, ready to find suitable