Fang Yuan's lips curved into a faint smile.
"So what do you mean by that, Zhaoyue?"
Lin Zhaoyue leaned forward slightly, her tone steady but sharp. "Think about it, husband. This village has been around for atleast four hundred years, and they still remain just a village. Look at Phungrei City. That was nothing but wasteland two centuries ago, and now it's the busiest cities in the entire northern regions."
Fang Yuan shook his head slowly. "That city grew because it sat on a pure-grade spirit mine. Its rise was inevitable."
But Lin Zhaoyue only mirrored his gesture, shaking her head in quiet defiance. Her eyes glimmered with conviction.
"No, husband. From what I've heard from my beloved Elder Yin, every elder sent before her has tried to introduce new management, new techniques, new tools to improve Tushar Village. And yet… every single one of them was ignored. Does that not sound suspicious to you? There must be a reason."
