After gathering everyone, Zhang Xuanhe sneaked out of the sect with them and headed straight for the meeting place Chun Xiaobai had designated.
Meanwhile, Mu Qinglan spent two full days and nights going over the accounts, finally sorting out every last entry for all the sect's businesses over the past three months.
"Excellent, excellent! In three months, we made a total profit of two million, one hundred and fifty-three thousand, seven hundred and sixty-nine spirit stones!"
Why had she wasted two full days and nights?
Mainly because she was bad at arithmetic. She had made a mistake along the way and had to calculate everything again, wasting an entire day.
At that moment, excitement covered her beautiful, ice-cold face. She stretched her back and thrust out her chest.
Had any man been there, his nosebleed would probably have spurted thirty feet.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Over two million spirit stones in just three months! The Azure Cloud Sect hasn't seen anything like this in a thousand years!"
Over a year, they could save at least ten million.
After a hundred years, the Azure Cloud Sect would have a hard time not becoming powerful!
Wait!
Mu Qinglan suddenly thought of something, and the smile vanished from her face.
"Have those old fellows come back yet?"
She hurriedly took out a Message Transmission Stone and tapped it with a finger. Then she waited for ages, but there was not the slightest response.
"What are those Hall Masters doing?!"
"They dare ignore a message from their own Sect Master?!"
Her anger flared immediately. She tapped it again, contacting the other Hall Masters.
Soon, the anger on her face turned to confusion, then finally to anxiety.
This... why haven't any of them replied?!
Sensing that something was wrong, she flashed out of the hall