Chang Zhichong stepped forward then and cupped his hands toward Qing Chen. "Inspector Qing, this manor is somewhat dilapidated. It hardly befits your status.
"Our Chang Household has brought many cultivators from the lineages and intends to renovate it for you immediately. Rest assured, it won't take long. They're all cultivators, so they'll finish quickly."
Chang Zhichong might not have realized it himself, but several traces of awe had already crept unconsciously into his voice.
Qing Chen nodded expressionlessly.
Only after receiving Qing Chen's permission did Chang Zhichong wave his hand, directing the lineage disciples to begin using various spells to put the manor in order for Qing Chen.
While Chang Zhichong and the others busied themselves renovating the manor,
Qing Chen put away the statements of offenses and written pledges those disciples had penned themselves, one by one.
"From this day forth, responsibility for managing the Inspector's Manor on Mysterious Constancy Island will pass to Deng Ziyue."
Qing Chen's gaze then swept over everyone present.
"What do you all think of this?
"Who agrees, and who objects?"
At these words, the entire space seemed to freeze.
The stationed cultivators below fell silent as cicadas in winter. Not one dared make a sound.
They did not even dare let an expression show on their faces, afraid that a moment's carelessness would anger this Inspector, whose methods were as swift and forceful as thunder and wind.
They knew perfectly well that any objection at this moment would be no different from seeking their own deaths.
Only at this sight did Qing Chen nod in satisfaction.
He then began assigning tasks in an orderly fashion.
He ordered the stationed cultivators to deliver messages to the island's three great lineages and the other minor lineages:
"Inform the heads of every lineage that they