Su Zixuan was utterly stunned.
Looking at the resources before her, enough to drive any Foundation Establishment cultivator-even a Golden Core cultivator-mad;
she felt dizzy and waved her hands repeatedly, saying in trepidation, "No... I cannot! My Lord! These are far too precious!
"This servant... this servant has dull aptitude, only a middle-grade spiritual root, and my study of formations has long since reached a bottleneck!
"Using these resources on this servant would be a waste! It would violate military discipline! This servant is merely a banner master commanding five hundred men. I could never deserve..."
"A waste?"
Qing Chen interrupted her, his voice still calm, yet carrying an indifference that looked down upon all living beings. "If I say you deserve them, then you deserve them."
He took two steps closer and continued, "Converted into spirit stones, these things amount to only a little over ten thousand Middle-Grade Spirit Stones.
"In the battle a month ago, two volleys from the Primordial Magnetism Formation-Breaking Ballistas cost that much. If I give them to you, take them."
His tone allowed no question. "These are not a reward for Su Zixuan, banner master of the Miao-Conquest Army. They are a reward for Su Zixuan, my maid."
"What does this little expenditure on my maid amount to?"
Su Zixuan abruptly raised her head, tears falling once more.
But this time, they no longer came from feelings of inferiority, but from excitement, gratitude, and rekindled hope!
"My Lord..."
Choking with sobs, she kowtowed heavily to the floor. "This servant... this servant..."
"Go." Qing Chen turned away and waved a hand:
"Enter seclusion with peace of mind and break through to Golden Core. You are one of the people I trust most. Only by managing those future affairs properly for me can you better ease