Lin Qingfeng looked at his junior sister, who was brimming with fighting spirit, and nodded in satisfaction.
'Not bad. Looks like my junior sister finally understands what sustainable harvesting is all about. Once the spring winds blow, a fresh new crop will be ready.'
'She's teachable. Now *that's* a proper guide for the sect.'
After confirming his junior sister's ideological awakening, Lin Qingfeng finally turned to face the group of "new disciples" who had been standing so still they were about to turn into terracotta warriors.
"Junior brothers, thank you for your hard work for the development of the Guixi Sect."
The moment he spoke, his voice was as smooth as jade, but it sent a shiver down the spines of the undercover disciples. Their knees went weak, and they nearly dropped to the ground to kowtow to this "living King Yama."
'Senior Brother, we beg you, please have mercy!'
