The hall's laughter finally subsided, leaving a comfortable, buzzing warmth in its wake.
Fang Yuan let the camaraderie linger for a moment longer, his faint smile softening the edges of his earlier exasperation.
Then, with a subtle shift in posture, shoulders squaring and gaze sharpening, he brought the focus back.
"Speaking of resources," he began, his voice dropping slightly, becoming steady and clear, "let's talk about foundations. Specifically, cultivation foundations."
He paused, letting the significance settle.
Every elder leaned in fractionally, the jovial mood instantly replaced by focused attention.
"Effective immediately," Fang Yuan continued, meeting their eyes one by one, "I will personally fund the acquisition and distribution of cultivation pills for our promising juniors and core disciples.
We're talking the full spectrum:
