It's been several days again, within the Hall of Deliberation at the Fenghua Pill Alliance.
Chen Sheng sat in the main seat, holding a jade token engraved with pill patterns in his palm, listening to the stewards below report on the recent procurement of elixir materials.
These days, he maintained a warm demeanor, handling both the old tributor's probing and inquiries from newly promoted Tier Two Alchemists with composure.
Even upon discovering a few minor discrepancies in the accounts, he merely smiled and instructed the stewards to verify later, never resorting to harsh words.
Conversely, Yu Linqing, sitting beside him, maintained a stern expression throughout, as he evidently knew his purpose in being there.
At this moment, he tapped the dossier on the desk with his fingers, his voice carrying a hint of authority:
"This entry list for tier two spirit grass is missing thirty percent compared to the actual inventory. Where is Steward Wang, who is responsible for procurement?"
