A few minutes later…
Fang Yuan emerged from the bathing hall, spiritual robes draped over his shoulders, hair loosely tied as droplets still clung to his collar.
His expression, once bright with post-seclusion triumph, was now dark with defeat. Not the kind earned in battle, no, this was the weight of bureaucracy.
He stepped into his study, and froze.
"…Whoa."
On his desk sat two massive piles of scrolls.
One was neatly labeled in his uncle's handwriting:
"Important: Requires Clan Head Clearance."
The other had a smaller note stuck on top:
"Already sorted. Read if you want to catch up."
Fang Yuan raised a brow, walked around the desk, and dropped into his seat with a resigned sigh.
He leaned back, muttering, "I knew I could count upon you, uncle... dumped the sect work on him for two months and he actually made a system. Not bad, old man."
He plucked the top scroll from the 'optional reading' pile and cracked it open with one hand.
