Monarch Night

"Every month... let’s set a temporary task of 500,000 taels for Yemo. Once the amount is collected, the task is considered complete, and it will be recorded as completed in the sect."

Yin Shen Palace remarked.

"Sect Hierarch, you’re playing favorites too blatantly! A monthly sum of 500,000, just from Yemo’s own money, is enough for a hundred years; isn’t that as good as an upgrade?"

Although Mu Lin Yuan was also inclined towards Fang Che, he couldn’t help but find it hard to accept the obvious favoritism of Yin Shen Palace: "You can’t spoil a child like that."

Yin Shen Palace sighed: "Can’t you see? Regarding Sun Yuan’s death, Yemo harbors resentment. And this resentment is directed at me and the three of you. Regardless, this anger needs to be vented."

Mu Lin Yuan also sighed and said, "This is indeed a knot, and it’s rather difficult to untangle."

Yin Shen Palace laughed bitterly: "In the past, Yemo wanted to send me three messages a day, giving me headaches. Now, ever since Sun Yuan died, after he inquired about it that day, there hasn’t been a peep for eight days."

Mu Lin Yuan started to gloat: "The little guy is mad."

"What can we do? We still have to placate him, don’t we?"

Yin Shen Palace said helplessly: "With Sun Yuan gone, Yemo will essentially be my exclusive disciple. I’ve only ever taken one disciple in my lifetime, and that too was snatched away... how can I not pamper him a little?"