Rest?

Although Junior Martial Uncle used to put on an act all the time, it had always been the kind where you could see through it at a glance.

But now...

For a moment, Du Ruoheng even began to wonder if the Cang Race had damaged his soul and he still hadn't recovered, leaving him prone to such outrageous hallucinations.

"It's over."

"That's good."

Chi Jiuyu walked over to the desk and set down the hot tea she was carrying. Then she removed the Sect Master Deputy Token from her waist and placed it on the desk.

"I'll leave things to the Sect Master from here. Just let me know if there's anything you need me to help with."

As she spoke, she raised a hand and recalled the blue-gold longsword floating in midair.

"Junior Martial Uncle..." Du Ruoheng hesitated. "Has everything gone smoothly this past year?"

"It's been all right. I wasn't used to it at first, but with Yiyi's help, I managed." Chi Jiuyu sounded reflective.

"Some things happened later on, but the arrangements you all made in advance let me resolve them easily."

"I'll write up a report on the details and submit it later."

"..." Du Ruoheng fell silent for a while. "Then I'll trouble you, Junior Martial Uncle."

He suddenly wanted to ask whether, after a year had passed, Junior Martial Uncle still wanted to become the Sword Sect's Sect Master.

But in the end, he said nothing.

"You're too polite, Sect Master. When you're in a position, you do the work that comes with it. It's only my duty." Chi Jiuyu sounded relaxed. "I'll head back for now. If you have any questions, Sect Master, you can contact me anytime."

"...All right."

Before long, Chi Jiuyu left.

Du Ruoheng watched her go and stood by