"Can we really... produce all those things?"
Lin Qingzhu stared at Zhou Xuan.
Seven layers of formations had sealed the courtyard tight. Not even a thread of divine sense could slip inside.
Over a dozen light pearls illuminated the room. The table was piled with newly retrieved Jade Slips, and the atmosphere was taut.
Zhou Xuan raised his hand and emptied all the dossiers from his Storage Ring.
Jade Slips thudded onto the tabletop one after another.
Rather than inspect them immediately, he first looked at Lin Qingzhu.
"As long as it's on the list, I can produce it."
Lin Qingzhu froze for a moment.
That claim was far too absolute for any normal person to believe.
Yet coming from Zhou Xuan, it carried a strange persuasiveness.
He was neither bluffing nor putting on a brave face.
He sounded as though he were stating a fact.
Half the tension Lin Qingzhu had been holding suddenly drained away.
She studied him for several breaths. Instead of asking where the goods would come from, she asked the one question that mattered most.
"Including those top-grade spiritual materials, law ores, vein-tempering medicinal catalysts, and even the 'lost partial formulas' marked in their dossiers?"
"Including those."
"Even the things those factions like Grand Hua and Extreme Dipper fight tooth and nail over?"
"Including those."
Lin Qingzhu drew a breath. The worry in her eyes vanished, replaced by a different gleam.
It was the gleam of a schemer whose mind had swung into full gear at the sight of the chessboard.
"All right."
She rolled up her sleeves and spread the account books open on the table.
"Then let's stop discussing whether we can do it and get straight to how we're going to finish them off."
Zhou Xuan smiled.
"That's more like it."
Lin