"Teacher, did something happen?"
At that moment, Ye Qifeng raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong, who sat gracefully and regally upon the Pope Throne, before asking.
"Mm." Bibi Dong nodded slightly.
As she used Soul Power to float the memorial report in her hand down from the raised platform and pass it to Ye Qifeng, she softly said to him:
"Xiao Feng, take a look."
Bibi Dong knew that her young disciple was well-read, intelligent, and full of ideas. He often gave her good suggestions, so perhaps he could bring her a pleasant surprise.
Over the past year, whenever she encountered difficult problems while handling government affairs and could not think of a solution, Xiao Feng had been the one to help her come up with ideas.
Whenever she found herself at a loss, she would always think of him without realizing it.
This time was no exception.
Ye Qifeng accepted the memorial, casually opened it, and began reading.
"The Two Great Empires withheld one-third of the Spirit Master Monthly Allowance?"
Before long, Ye Qifeng looked up in astonishment, his swordlike brows drawing together slightly.
But he soon figured out why the Two Great Empires had resorted to such tactics.
It seemed that Heaven Dou and Star Luo had become even more wary of Spirit Hall.
After all, three years ago, even the incomparably powerful Clear Sky Sect had been slaughtered by Spirit Hall until it closed its mountain gates and was forced to retreat deep into the Snow Mountain, living in seclusion from the world.
After Spirit Hall won its war against the Clear Sky Sect.
The following three years became the height of its prestige. No force could rival it, more and more commoner Spirit Masters chose to join Spirit Hall, and its momentum of growth