Inner Sect, Tongchen Peak.
Under the setting sun, the shadow of the eave of the Prepared Affairs Hall stretched long.
Dan Zifeng sat casually in the hall, holding a small booklet and flipping through it page by page.
Standing in the hall was a Cultivator dressed as an Outer Sect Disciple.
Seeing that Dan Zifeng remained silent, he was somewhat at a loss.
"..."
The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive. Perhaps the Disciple could no longer bear it, so he spoke tremblingly.
"Dan… Senior Brother Dan…"
Dan Zifeng suddenly spoke, interrupting him: "Last month, quite a lot of Spiritual Grains and Spiritual Tea were sent back to the Sect from your side, right?"
"How come by the time it reached my Prepared Affairs Hall, there was only this much left?"
"It's three-tenths less than usual."
Dan Zifeng spoke very slowly.
But every word, to that Outer Sect Cultivator, was heart-stopping.
Dan Zifeng walked up to him and grabbed his hair.
"Did you swallow it?"
