Yu Ci's actions caught everyone by surprise.
Judging by his reputation and operational style since bursting onto the scene—from the fierce battle against rakshasas to the Dao rhythm falling into the lake, consecutive victories in pure conversation, and suppressing demons in the north—every single instance had been grand in scale, intense, and resolute, fully displaying the bold spirit and decisive methods of a sharp knife cutting through a tangled mess. Therefore, everyone assumed he was the sort of sharp-edged, overwhelmingly overbearing powerhouse.
Especially when he had just taken over the dominance of the situation at Lan Hai Mountain in three sentences and two phrases, that crisp and bright style was even more clearly discernible, and the tight pace completely left people unable to keep up.
When ordinary people did things, thoroughness and caution usually coexisted with roughness and brightness.
Wanting to achieve something both thorough and well-prepared, yet bright and swift, was not impossible, but it was truly too difficult.
How could a late-comer like Yu Ci, who had cultivated for merely a few decades and spent the majority of that time in cultivation, bitter battles, and rushing about, have time to temper such seasoned and mature proficiency?
Yet when a group of people handed over the leading authority with both hands and obediently followed orders, every single word Yu Ci casually uttered was clear and explicit, and when pieced together, meticulously thorough. Was this the behavior of a powerhouse who had fought his way through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood? He was clearly a capable clerk whose operational experience was rich to an unmatched degree!
"Within half an hour, I want the personnel deployments and specific locations of each sect and merchant group in the outer sea mining area. Aside from you, those minor sects