The gate was utterly noisy, with many Immortals looking forward to seeing the Primary Department make a fool of themselves. However, in no time, the Director of the Root Grains Office came out along with his men, their faces full of apology and admiration. At the gate, he raised his fists in salutation to the Inspection Immortal General, saying, "The Root Grains Office owes gratitude to the Primary Department! My men will deliver the payment this afternoon."
"What?" The crowd was astonished, particularly the spies hidden among them. "Did they get the Immortal Devices? Where did the Primary Department get them?"
Someone loudly asked the Director of the Root Grains Office, "How many Immortal Devices did your Highness receive?"
With a casual glance at the man, the Director replied, "The full number."
The crowd erupted again, "How is that possible?! How long has it been since the Primary Department took on this job? How could they have made hundreds of Immortal Devices?"
