He could no longer spare a thought for letting those two fools heal. He sprang from the stone stool, charged straight into the pavilion, and hauled out Fang Yuan and Bai Jin'er, who were circulating their cultivation arts.
"Great King! My injuries are only half healed!" Fang Yuan wailed.
"Exactly, Great King! I've only recovered half my spiritual power!" Bai Jin'er pouted in protest too.
"Recover my ass!" Chun Xiaobai roared, his eyes bulging. "Every extra day we waste now is twenty million spirit stones down the drain! Twenty million!"
"Huh?!"
The moment they heard that, both of them caught on.
Every wasted day meant twenty million spirit stones less in ticket revenue.
Their expressions changed instantly, and they too felt as though someone had gouged a chunk of flesh right out of their hearts.
"Right, right! You're absolutely right, Great King! We need to hurry up and sell tickets!"
"Sell tickets, my ass!" Chun Xiaobai barked irritably, dragging them back into the gazebo.
"Both of you, sit your asses down!"
Then Chun Xiaobai briefly explained his idea for a "brand ambassador" to the two of them.
They listened in bewilderment, staring blankly at each other.
"A brand ambassador?"
"What the heck is that?"
Bai Jin'er, however, seemed to have understood a little. She slowly rose, thrust out her generously sized chest, and blinked her big eyes as she asked him a question.
"Great King, do you think... I could do it?"
Chun Xiaobai gave her a casual glance and muttered irritably, "I'm not running a brothel. What good does sticking them out higher do?"
He couldn't be bothered to waste words and gave them a direct order.
"Go! Whether they're famous or infamous, as long as they're somebody among the inner sect disciples, gather their names, backgrounds, and strength