"Ah!"
The Ancient Immortal roared in anger, his gums biting out blood!
His inkstone, his talisman brush, his three hundred apprentices, his talisman workshop, all were ruined!
...
"Sigh."
In the office.
The male secretary leaned lazily on the sofa, already asleep.
Chairman Chen Shu sat behind the desk, bearing dark circles under his eyes, scrolling with the mouse wheel, reviewing a freshly drafted document on "Strengthening Food and Water Immortal Related Regulation."
A report from the action team popped up in the bottom right corner of the screen.
[No abnormalities found]
Chairman Chen Shu sighed, clicked open the message, and quickly typed a reply.
[Understood, mission over, come back]
A sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.
In this silent night, he sipped his tea, feeling lost and helpless amidst the silence as he had done on countless silent nights before.
