As he walked along, Zhuang Xingyu felt a little dejected. "This is the price of growing up, I suppose. As my status and strength rise, even though I'm still the same as before, those childhood playmates no longer dare to speak with me as equals."
"The academy's classes are quite good. There are two family history lessons every week, teaching the clan's history and cultivating a sense of belonging among its members. It makes sense—when clan members encounter difficulties or injustice outside, only the clan will step in without hesitation to resolve it. Naturally, they'll feel a sense of belonging."
When he arrived at the Ministry of Finance, Zhuang Xingyu lightly knocked on the door. "Mother."
"Xingyu, you're here. What brings you to my office?"
"It's like this. I wanted to ask how the batch of Jade Marrow Treasure Beads, gold and silver luxury goods have been selling, and how many resources they were exchanged for."
"The market response has been good. They're nearly sold out, especially the Jade Marrow Treasure Beads—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect bought almost all of them. We acquired quite a few Precious Medicines, iron ore, and other resources in exchange. But we didn't obtain any Spirit Bones. After all, Spirit Bones are so precious that hardly anyone would put them up for sale."
"It's like this. I want to speed up the upgrades to the Mimic Training Ground at the Pure Yang Sacred Leopard Clan's military camp, but the Six Core Clan Elders said the accounts are somewhat strained. So I came to verify it with you, Mother, and see how much additional funding would be appropriate."
"That shouldn't be a problem. Materials for Mimic Training Grounds have indeed become more expensive in recent years. I'll send someone to calculate it shortly."
At that