"Reporting to Sect Master..." Wu Hong bowed as well and said respectfully, "Although this subordinate does not know what Sect Master needs all manner of pills, spiritual herbs, and such for, ever since receiving the task, this subordinate has devoted himself to it. Though the quantities of pills and spiritual herbs have not yet reached what Sect Master requested, they are not far off!"
"Good!" Mo Lianxi smiled. "We have our arrangements, and the seniors have theirs. Being a little short means nothing!"
"Hiss..." Hearing this, Wu Hong's heart jolted. He suddenly thought of a question. After all, every generation of Incense-Passing Cult Sect Masters had to prepare thirty thousand disciples, and each generation's disciples differed. But pills, spiritual herbs, and the like could be stored! Over all these years, just how many pills and spiritual herbs had the Incense-Passing Cult accumulated? And those materials for refinement, magic treasures, and so on? Thinking of this, Wu Hong could not help glancing at Xiao Hua again. Unfortunately, Xiao Hua's expression did not change. Who knew whether he had not considered this, or simply did not care about such quantities at all!
At last, Mo Lianxi looked toward Bai Jianzhong, the broad-shouldered, thick-waisted burly man. Before he could speak, Bai Jianzhong shouted, "Sect Master, this subordinate has reported yearly on the matter you assigned me. It was handled properly long ago! Cultivation techniques, secret arts, pill-refining methods, artifact-refining methods, and so forth—so long as this subordinate could find them, regardless of what sect they came from, they were all kept in the forbidden ground!"
"Mhm..." Mo Lianxi did not say more. He acknowledged this, then instructed, "Go to the forbidden ground together and sort things out separately. Once this Sect Master has discussed a few more matters with True Person Xiao, we