After spending a while in his cave abode, Xu Yi returned to the main hall. Steward Fang had already arrived and was brewing fragrant tea. Wisps of steam curled upward, carrying a delicate, pleasant aroma.
Xu Yi walked over and sat down. He picked up a cup and drained it in one go. The fragrant tea danced across his lips and teeth. "Old Fang, you've gotten quite good at this. Now, what do you need me for?"
"Two things," Steward Fang said. "The first is to report on the current strength of our Number One Under Heaven Sect..."
Xu Yi waved a hand. "Tell me the second thing instead. I trust you to handle the first."
As Xu Yi saw it, the Number One Under Heaven Sect's so-called strength amounted to little more than how many people and Soul Sensing Realm experts it had under its command, which sects it had absorbed, and how many cities it had brought under its wing.
It did not mean much to him. At least so far, he had yet to experience any particular benefits from being the master of a great sect. All it meant was that he had a bunch of underlings now, so he did not need to get his own hands dirty when picking on people.
"You really need to hear this," Steward Fang said. "If you don't listen to the first matter, there's no point in discussing the second."
"Fine, then. Let's hear it."
Xu Yi grew interested.
"Under our Number One Under Heaven Sect's command, we now have 308 Mid Soul Sensing Stage experts and 1,400 Late Condensing Liquid Realm experts..." Steward Fang began.
"Wait. Hold on. How many?"
Xu Yi gaped. "The Number One Under Heaven Sect has nearly two thousand people now?"
A smile tugged at