Ye Jun had expected the seniors to make trouble for him, but not this soon. In just an hour or so, everyone seemed to have heard of him and the seniors were ready to bring down the curse on him.
Word travelled fast in a sect, he supposed, faster than cultivation, faster than gossip in a marketplace, faster than anything useful ever seemed to move.
He stared at the disciple who had gone back to doing his work. Sect Missions included doing services for the sect too, so this disciple must have chosen that path, one of those who lacked the talent to rise through combat rankings and so made himself useful through administration instead.
It wasn't a bad life, Ye Jun supposed, as long as you didn't overestimate the authority that came with it.
Ye Jun smiled and tapped on the desk again, making the man snort in displeasure, "I already told you. Expect nothing from me. Now go away."
"Really?" Ye Jun tilted his head slightly and asked. "How about a bet?"
