Night fell.
Zhang Yuchun arrived at Li Qingqiu's Cave Mansion and reported on some recent developments within the sect.
"Duke Jing really is impressive. No wonder he once held the reins of government. He's redrawn the specific responsibilities of each hall, making many ambiguous powers clear. From now on, it won't be so easy for those Aristocratic Clans to exploit loopholes."
Zhang Yuchun said with a cheerful grin. At first, he'd been wary of Duke Jing. After all, when Chu Jing had served as Xuan Gong, he'd left the Imperial Court in chaos. But as Duke Jing continued to take action, Zhang Yuchun found that much of the burden on his shoulders had lifted.
Before, the various halls would come to him to settle disputes over internal matters. Now they didn't. He even felt he could spare some time to cultivate.
Li Qingqiu smiled. "He's a ghost now, so he doesn't need to worry about running out of energy. Let him do as he pleases. But if he makes a mistake, tell me anytime. I'll deal with him."
These days, more and more disciples had learned that a new Duke Jing had joined the sect's upper ranks. He held the Sect Master's Token and wielded considerable authority.
Duke Jing's domineering ways had naturally upset quite a few people, but so far, no one had brought a complaint to Li Qingqiu. Perhaps those people had guilty consciences.
Chu Jing, who had once wielded enormous influence in the courts of two dynasties, knew all too well how Aristocratic Clans liked to line their pockets.
Zhang Yuchun nodded, then continued, "I've already promoted Qiao Dingbei, along with his junior brothers and sisters. Their work has truly surprised me. Without anyone noticing, more and more disciples have started making a difference and becoming a