Yinjiao sat in the main seat, frowning as he reviewed the account books.
His mind worked with incredible speed. With just a single pass from beginning to end, he had spotted the discrepancies in the books.
The one responsible had likely mistaken him for a reclusive Cultivator, someone who focused solely on his practice and paid no mind to worldly affairs. But Yinjiao had been assisting his master with the army's supply ledgers back at the Northern Army Governor's Mansion on the Western Continent. During his time at the Seven Nations Ticket Shop, he had seen what true masters of accounting could do.
The tricks used to doctor these books were, in his eyes, pathetically crude.
Yinjiao used his Divine Thought to mark every forgery and inconsistency in the books. Then, with a casual wave of his hand…
…the Jade Scroll containing the accounts shot out like a sharp sword, knocking off the headdress of the Cultivator before him and pinning it to the wall.
