Six months passed.
And for Han Yu, those six months were some of the busiest of his life.
Not because of cultivation.
Not because of missions.
Not because of danger.
But because of wealth.
And paperwork.
And more wealth.
And even more paperwork related to wealth.
He sat in the center of his grand hall, surrounded by neatly stacked storage rings, jade slips, and scrolls that detailed assets, gifts, offerings, and apologies. His expression was one of deep concentration as he held a jade slip in one hand and a brush in the other, carefully making notes.
"…three hundred and twelve high-grade spirit stones… no, wait… that was from yesterday…"
He paused, checked another jade slip, then nodded to himself.
"…add another one hundred and fifty from the Qing clan branch…"
A moment later, he frowned.
"…or was that from the Wen clan subsidiary…"
He sighed.
"This is getting complicated."
A disciple standing nearby immediately stepped forward.
