Han Yu had no response.
The woman was terrifying sometimes.
He thought for a bit before speaking.
"We reduce monthly output. Existing contracts remain. Maintenance continues. New sales become limited." He thought further. "Priority goes to existing clients and sect elders."
Meng Jueyan began writing immediately.
"I'll prepare notices."
"Also prepare excuses."
She paused.
"Excuses?"
"Yes." Han Yu looked deeply tired already. "There will be complaints. Many complaints."
Meng Jueyan considered it.
"Limited resources?"
"Good."
"Research delays?"
"Excellent."
"Quality control improvements?"
Han Yu nodded approvingly.
"You're talented."
Meng Jueyan ignored the compliment.
"I'll prepare paperwork and notices."
Then she looked at him carefully.
"You should rest."
Han Yu wanted to object.
Then he thought about everything.
The rituals.
The Eternal Smiling Ancestor.
Madam Cold Fang.
The soul breakthrough.
The journey.
The battle.
The hidden clans.
