"Second Elder, you will take full responsibility for recruitment!"
Mo Ling's gaze fell upon Yun Tian Sect's Second Elder.
The Second Elder looked far younger than the Great Elder, appearing to be only in his forties. He was a short, sturdy middle-aged man named Fu Lun.
"Yes, Young Sect Master!"
Second Elder Fu Lun nodded indifferently.
With such recruitment criteria, it would be a miracle if they found any talent. There was no need for him to put in much effort.
"Take ten elders and a hundred disciples with you to handle this matter. Make preparations to receive applicants before the mountain gate!" Mo Ling instructed again.
Uh~~
The moment Mo Ling said this, the Second Elder and everyone else were stunned.
With those standards, recruiting thirty people in a year would already be impressive. Did they really need to mobilize so many people? Did they need so many elders and disciples making preparations?
Was this Young Sect Master an idiot?
Was something wrong with his brain?
"Young Sect Master, such a minor matter does not require so many people. I alone am enough!" The Second Elder waved a large hand, his face full of perfunctory dismissal.
In his view, there was no need for any preparation at all. Once the news spread, if anyone came, the disciples guarding the mountain would naturally notify him.
In fact, they did not even need to notify him. The disciples below could arrange everything themselves.
Mo Wen's face was full of sighs. Mo Ling's actions were far too abnormal. He had lost his usual composure, and everything he did flew in the face of reason.
"Since you think it will suffice, then arrange it by yourself!"
Mo Ling chuckled softly and said nothing more.
Since these people wanted to watch a joke unfold,