"Sitting in a proper chair is still the most comfortable—soft, cozy, at least it doesn't freeze your ass off!"
In front of a huge ice table ten feet long and five feet wide, Jiang Dali put down a scroll of documents in his hand, stretched lazily with satisfaction, and felt that handling official affairs in this big fur armchair was far more comfortable than sitting on that damn Mystic Ice Divine Seat which only served to speed up the Cultivation of his ice Attribute Internal Cultivation Methods.
Several piles of records and documents, stacked as tall as little hills, were piled on the table. Many of them were ones he had already finished reviewing, while a good portion of the rest were files related to the Heavenly Gate's secret dealings and contracts developed in the Martial World over the years; there were even IOUs from some sects mixed in among them.
