Published: February 12, 2025
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"This is the ghost eye sand fox? Quite beautiful."
A deep, resonant voice echoed in the room, and the owner of the voice, a hefty hand, was gripping the ghost eye sand fox, making this level seven life squeak helplessly. No matter how it struggled, it couldn't break free from that hand.
Looking up along the arm, one could see a robust... fat woman.
"Sister Bo, please be gentle. You're going to crush that fox."
A person behind her, sweating profusely, wanted to reach out to stop her but dared not. Instead, he could only stand to the side, anxious and fidgety.
"What's just a fox? So what if it dies? What's the big deal?"
The hefty woman scoffed, swinging the fox around in her hand a couple of times. The ghost eye sand fox clearly couldn't withstand her immense strength, and its struggles weakened.
"Vice President Li, this is something the divine hall wants. If you kill it, it won't be easy to explain."
A man entered the room; it was Mr. Wen, the boss of the pavilion of quality.
The fat woman shot him a sidelong glance and coldly snorted, "Call me Sister Bo!"
Mr. Wen was old enough to be this woman's grandfather, yet he didn't mind her disrespectful reply at all. Instead, he nodded and said, "Sure."
Sister Bo ignored Mr. Wen and tossed the already unconscious ghost eye sand fox to someone nearby. She then walked to the side and sat down heavily on a stone stump.
That stump was the only one in the room; the other chairs were all made of wood.
Mr. Wen settled into the middle chair, leisurely sipping tea. While drinking, he asked the hefty woman, "Sister Bo, why hasn't your president come?"
"Busy." The hefty woman, who had somehow found a pig leg, was now gnawing on it, her mouth dripping with grease.
"Then you can make decisions on behalf of your president?" Mr. Wen inquired again.
"Yes." Sister Bo's response was even simpler.
Mr. Wen bowed his head to drink tea, seemingly deep in thought.
"Sister Bo, I’d like to ask something. I once had a brief encounter with your Vice President Leng. Is he well these days?"
"Dead."
Now that the zero commerce association had formed a union with the pavilion of quality, it couldn't maintain its overall mystery, and many things became well-known. For instance, their president was still referred to as the Grand President without anyone knowing his surname or given name.
The vice president had turned into Yang and this woman, Bo. But what happened to the previous vice president? The one named Leng, who had even made it onto the national personal power rankings? Where had he gone?
Dead? Mr. Wen mused. Perhaps that's possible, but how did he die? Was there a conflict with the Grand President? Or had the Grand President changed entirely? Otherwise, why cultivate two new assistants and abandon the previous ones?
A few minutes later, as Mr. Wen pondered these matters, footsteps echoed outside, followed by the entrance of a dirty old man.
Mr. Wen immediately stood up.
This person wasn't the nameless director of the divine hall, but he was indeed a true second-in-command, a big shot in the research field, comparable to the nameless director.
As the nameless director had shifted his focus to cultivation over the past year, the scientific research that supported the divine hall was now entirely under the control of this Dr. Ziche.
He was the second-in-command of the divine hall; when the director didn't speak, Dr. Ziche's orders were final. His status was far superior to Sister Bo’s in the zero commerce association.
While Sister Bo claimed she could make decisions on behalf of the Grand President, Mr. Wen remained skeptical. But if it were Dr. Ziche saying such a thing, he would believe it without a doubt.
"Dr. Ziche, please sit."
The old man grunted but didn't sit; instead, he walked to the center of the room, where the ghost eye sand fox and the mutated sea buckthorn were bound to the ground. Although both had regained consciousness, they looked listless and lacked energy.
"A level seven ghost eye sand fox, with a companion life also at level seven, barely acceptable."