The smile on Yun Qing's lips deepened. He casually took a Vermilion Fruit and bit into it.
Juice flooded his mouth, and rich spiritual energy slid down his throat into his organs, soothing the resentment the Nine-Weapon Emperor Formation had beaten into him.
Mmm, so sweet.
A barely perceptible glint of mischief flashed through Yun Qing's double pupils.
Tricked him out of another Vermilion Fruit. Hehe.
Thank you, Mother Nature-no, thank you, Brother Huang, for your generosity.
Yun Qing raised the half-eaten Vermilion Fruit in a distant toast to the sky.
Ah, Brother Huang must be soaking in a hot spring and eating Vermilion Fruit right now. Living the good life.
Yun Qing shook his head, unwilling to keep imagining the fine life an Immortal Emperor led. What was coming could not be avoided. At last, he reached for the Spirit Rhinoceros Imperial Brush on the desk.
Countless dossiers and jade slips all around him floated into the air as though summoned, obediently presenting themselves before the imperial desk one by one.
Yun Qing's brush flew as he reviewed them at astonishing speed.
A sweep of his divine sense was all he needed to deduce the causes and consequences and seize upon the crux of each matter.
He approved what deserved approval, rejected what deserved rejection, and sent the truly outrageous ones back with a merciless scolding.
They actually dared submit this sort of thing to Yun Huang's desk?
Yun Qing could not comprehend it, yet felt a solemn respect. This person's courage was no less than his own.
Very good. This Eldest Young Master will remember you. Just wait for your punishment.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Yun Qing's brush paused, and he pulled out several documents.
The documents awaiting review covered not only the Yun Clan's internal affairs, but also matters