"Chief Steward, Deputy Steward Li, sorry for imposing on you for the coming days."
Once everything had been settled, Wu Bin cupped his hands and spoke.
The Chief Steward opened his half-lidded eyes and waved a hand.
"Li Mu, you handle the arrangements from here."
"Yes!"
As Li Mu answered, the Chief Steward dissolved into a cloud of mist and vanished from his seat.
Chen Miao sensed it clearly.
This disappearance was neither invisibility nor an illusion. He had truly left.
In that instant, Chen Miao had not even sensed a fluctuation in yin energy or soul power. It was no less effective than his own use of [deep ravine breath concealment].
So this was the Chief Steward's strength?
Chen Miao inwardly tensed.
That brief glimpse told him enough. The Chief Steward's strength had probably reached a level Chen Miao had never encountered before.
With that, Chen Miao had to abandon his earlier idea of seeing whether he could get some yin virtue in the Eastern Mausoleum.
After the Chief Steward left, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to ease a little.
"Steward Li, sorry for the trouble over the coming days."
"Not at all. It's part of my duties."
Li Mu smiled as he spoke.
With the main business concluded, Wu Bin introduced Chen Miao and the other eight.
"These are some of the better-performing recruits in this intake of our Fire Banner. Since we were coming to the Eastern Mausoleum, we brought them along for some training. Could you make arrangements for them to train in those five Burial Zones, Steward Li?"
Li Mu looked over the nine of them, then nodded.
"No problem. But it's a little late today. Tomorrow, I'll send someone to take them down the mountain."
Wu Bin cupped his hands again.
"Then thank