"Xiao Feng! Xiao Feng!"
Not long after he entered, a familiar, anxious voice came from afar.
Lin Feng looked up and saw his second uncle, Lin Wuming, hurrying toward him.
His steps were flustered, his forehead covered in sweat, and his hair was disheveled.
"You're finally back."
His second uncle ran up to Lin Feng, the anxiety on his face impossible to hide.
"Second Uncle, what's so urgent?"
After his second uncle caught his breath a little, Lin Feng asked in confusion, a vague sense of unease rising in his heart.
"Xiao Feng, a few days ago, Xue Xing came here to raise military funds."
Second Uncle Lin Wuming frowned deeply, the wrinkles on his face seeming to deepen further.
"He said that since we manage Imperial Industries, we must have earned quite a lot."
"Neither you nor Senior Dugu was here, so I couldn't make the decision on my own..."
As Lin Wuming spoke, he shook his head helplessly and poured out his grievances.
"Did you lend them the money?"
Lin Feng quickly headed toward the Sect Finance Office and asked.
"No, no."
"I said we would have to wait for you to return before making a decision, so I refused him."
Second Uncle Lin Wuming hurried to keep up with Lin Feng, speaking in a rush.
"How much did they want to borrow?"
At that, Lin Feng stopped abruptly, spun around, and fixed his second uncle with a cold gaze.
"Probably one-third of the annual income of our entire sect and the Lin Family."
Meeting Lin Feng's gaze, Lin Wuming's heart trembled.
Lin Feng's eyes were unusually fierce at that moment, giving off a chilling aura.
It was the first time he had seen Lin Feng this angry.
In his memory, Xiao Feng had always been calm and