Yun Qing rubbed his brow.
Shuanghua was still a good child. Once Yun Zui returned, he would definitely have a "proper talk" with her!
In the mirror, a certain female cultivator who was exchanging drinks with the Alchemists suddenly shivered and glanced around suspiciously.
Yun Qing withdrew his gaze from that pair of goofballs and searched the other scenes instead. Though the water mirror was the Lineage's immortal treasure, Yun Jinglei's movements were indeed difficult to track once he activated the Seamless Secret Art. Judging by the replies from the various branch lineages, however, he should already have finished his rounds in the east, west, and south, and was heading north.
By his reckoning, Yun Jinglei should be nearing Desolate City, shouldn't he?
Setting aside the little incident of someone stealing wine, Boss Yun Qing, the Heavenly Origin Continent's blackhearted capitalist, looked satisfied as he watched everyone in the water mirror settle into their respective duties and gradually get the hang of things.
These younger brothers and sisters, each with their own distinct personality, were all integrating nicely into the running of the Lineage's affairs.
Excellent.
His break over, Yun Qing went back "on the clock."
Perching Phoenix Hall was brightly lit. It was already nearing eleven at night.
Holding the Vermilion Brush, he was firmly rejecting the final application for "opening betting pools during the Profound Ascension Ceremony." Good grief, everyone wanted to run a betting pool! They had even drawn up tables of odds. Some wanted to bet on whether the Southern Mountain Lineage Leader or the Western Ridge Lineage Leader would get beaten off the Tournament Platform first!
What was wrong with the youngsters these days?
As he grumbled inwardly, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hall. It was that boy Yun Li, returning after his earlier