They had seen this side of him before, but Yue Buqun and the others still felt helpless.
Their sect leader truly had a gift for leaving everything to others.
Day after day, he asked about Mount Hua's affairs in the morning. If nothing serious needed his attention, he went to supervise his junior disciples' sword practice, then spent the afternoon training at the Cliff of Repentance.
What could they do? He was their sect leader. They had made their choice, and now they had to live with it.
At least none of them suffered alone. They shared the burden, much to Feng Qingyang's amusement.
Some bore it with resignation, like Yue Buqun and his wife.
Others embraced it gladly, like Feng Buping and his companions.
Still, even Yue Buqun and the others, Feng Qingyang included, were surprised.
Their sect leader might leave the work to them, but Mount Hua was growing steadily, without a hitch.
At this rate, its former glory would soon be within reach.
Mount Hua's many disciples had also made remarkable progress.
In just one year under his strict personal supervision, their swordsmanship and internal cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Linghu Chong's internal cultivation had officially reached the first-class level.
Liang Fa, Shi Daizi, Gao Genming, Lu Dayou, Tao Jun, Ying Bailuo, Feng Zihan, Cong Hao, Cheng Jia, and Cheng Jing had all reached the second-class level in internal strength.
Feng Qing'er, Cong Yu, and Yue Lingshan had reached the peak of the third-class level. Even the novice Lin Pingzhi had entered the third-class ranks.
Then there was Lao Denuo, who had a knack for handling affairs. After Gu Hui saw his martial arts, he secretly exposed Lao Denuo to keep him from sending word out. Lao Denuo had since joined the Mount Hua Sect