Over the next few days, Chu Xingchen went to the Clearwind Sect whenever he had nothing to do.
He brought Jiang Zhiming along and headed straight for Elder Wang.
Sometimes he brought Chen Baiqing; sometimes he brought Li Yingling.
Only Li Xingtian disliked going, staying at the new sect site to supervise construction instead.
Lately, Chu Xingchen had been making particularly frequent trips, because the expensive materials for the main hall had begun coming up for approval.
Faced with the costly building materials occasionally slipped into the requests, Elder Wang wanted to reject them pending verification.
But standing before him was Chu Xingchen, watching him with a brooding gaze, with Jiang Zhiming beside him offering persuasion.
Especially that one line from Jiang Zhiming:
"The money belongs to the sect, but the friendship is your own."
Elder Wang stared at Jiang Zhiming in disbelief. Wait, are you a fucking member of the Heavenly Derivation Sect?
You're spending the Clearwind Sect's money on the Heavenly Derivation Sect's business, and you're talking about friendship being your own?
He's a prodigy from Central Province. You're just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, an elder appointed because nobody else was available. Do you really think you can become his friend?
Take a good look at yourself. A Foundation Establishment disciple who used to take a detour whenever he saw me, and now you've started puffing yourself up.
Once he finishes his business and goes back to Central Province, do you think you can follow him back?!
Is there something wrong with this man's head?
But he could not voice his objections in front of Chu Xingchen, while Jiang Zhiming kept mindlessly trying to persuade him.
With a grim expression, Elder Wang could only tick off this materials request.
*Damn it, there's definitely something wrong with the sect