The City Lord's smile broadened, the tension in the hall easing.
He placed his cup on the table with a satisfied thud. "A simple division. Thirty percent of all revenue will go to you, Lin Mu. Another thirty to the Xian Sword Sect. Thirty will remain with the city. The remaining ten percent will be set aside for upkeep, formations, and maintenance of the valley itself. It is a clean, balanced division, with no room for dispute."
Even Grand Elder Huo nodded approvingly. "Not a bad cut, boy. If you'd tried to argue further, I'd have scolded you for being too modest for your own good."
Lin Mu considered the numbers in silence.
It was not wealth he sought, but resources were always useful, rare herbs, ores, formations, talismans. Money, properly directed, could smooth the path forward and remove needless obstacles. He had no desire to haggle when the arrangement was already generous and politically sound.
