Li Yuanjiao unfolded the letter and glanced at it. His eyes relaxed, the corners of his mouth lifted, and he appeared much more at ease. Tucking the letter into his robe, he did not say much, but turned to Zong Yan and asked in a low voice:
"How have the island's revenues and expenditures been these past years?"
"After deducting various expenses, there's a surplus of two Spirit Stones… As for the construction of formations and rewards… that's even more…"
Zong Yan pulled out the records, looking a bit ashamed. Sect Spring Island was remote, and naturally had little income these years, only an increase in the population. If the cost of formations and spirit rice was counted, it was actually a loss.
The Li Family never expected much profit here, just a foothold in the East Sea. Li Yuanjiao nodded slightly and replied:
"No matter."
