Mei Yilan carefully gathered the two jade bottles and the transcribed parchments, treating them with the utmost reverence before securely storing them within her spatial ring. When she looked back up at her nephew, the exhaustion that had previously clouded her eyes was entirely gone, replaced by the burning, unyielding drive of a clan leader who had just been handed the keys to the city.
"I am going to the alchemical halls immediately," Mei Yilan declared, smoothing out her robes as she stood up from her desk. "We will not waste a single breath. I will personally oversee the lockdown of the refining sector, and I will take the main furnace myself. With a Tier-3 alchemist joining the assembly line, we will absolutely hit that three-day target."
"I expect nothing less from you, Aunt," Shen Yu smiled warmly, rising from his chair.
As Mei Yilan turned to gather a few remaining ledgers, Shen Yu's gaze drifted toward the voluptuous assistant standing dutifully to the side.
