Tang Qian's eyes widened. "You've had another burst of inspiration? What new card?"
Wen Jiang shrugged. "I have inspiration, but I can't possibly control the entire factory's operations by myself. I plan to release some stories for the Spirit Card Masters at the factory to work on."
She had already determined that, for instance, among the four great classical novels, aside from Journey to the West, Spirit Card Masters were basically incapable of creating the other three because they couldn't mold the spiritual essence. Only she could do that.
But other famous folk picture books or minor tales involving the mysteries of gods and ghosts could certainly be handed over to the Spirit Card Masters.
How much they could produce would depend on their aptitude.
She couldn't possibly take on the responsibility of Mount Flower by herself, nor did she have that much time.
