"Humming~"
The small red clay stove was warming two pieces of red charcoal, the clear water in the clay pot was bubbling lightly.
Shen Zhongliang hummed a tune, picked up the can, and selected the soaked Other Shore Flower from it, pinched one out to taste, salty and fresh, satisfied, he nodded and picked out the Other Shore Flower.
"Old Song, you must handle it well, this year's autumn tax for the Heavenly Fire Sect must not go wrong. Though abacus beads are small, they're bigger than my head, Elder of the Finance Department. Remember, what you're holding is my brain."
"Don't worry Elder Shen," the Finance Department's accountant with a white beard, diligently calculated the Blood Treasure, "I've been with you since the Xuanming Sect days, eating Blood Treasures for thirty years, I have calculated carefully for a long time."
"Xuanming Sect, Xuanming Sect, what Xuanming Sect, now there's only the River God Sect! What's the Xuanming Sect got to do with you?"
