Lan Jiayao, the Hall Master Profound Master of Heaven Banyan Hall, felt a little headache coming on.
A formal document lay before her.
Its signatory was Cheng Han, the genius Mystic Adept who had repaired a section of the Sky Ring all by himself. She had no choice but to take it seriously.
Lan Jiayao picked up the exquisitely bound document, skipped over a long stretch of meaningless formalities, and looked directly at the final passage. "...In order to effectively maintain and repair the Spirit Branches and Spirit Leaves of the Divine Banyan, this hall urgently requires thirty craftsmen and two hundred Apprentice Artificers.
"Hereby submitted for your approval, Hall Master!"
Lan Jiayao set down the document, and the frosty mist in her beautiful eyes stirred. What the hell! What did repairing the Divine Banyan's damage have to do with craftsmen? Was he planning to have craftsmen give the Divine Banyan cosmetic treatment with saws and planes? The Hall Master Profound Master could not help snorting. Several illusory Ice Flowers silently appeared nearby.
Lan Jiayao turned to a maidservant, her tone as indifferent as ever. "How many explosions have occurred recently at the 'Science Magic Research Institute' under Envoy Cheng's jurisdiction?"
The exceptionally beautiful maidservant immediately reported, "Over the past half month, the Science Magic Research Institute has been intensively testing internal combustion engines. There have been twelve explosions in total.
"Three craftsmen and twelve apprentices were injured in these experimental accidents. The Science Magic Research Institute is currently quite short-handed."
This answer clearly revealed the real reason for requesting craftsmen.
The talk of "repairing the Divine Banyan" was obviously just a pretext.
Lan Jiayao fell silent. The Ice Flowers drifting around her multiplied severalfold in an instant.
Honestly.
If any other Mystic Adept had dared to pull something like