He even thought it through: at the end of the meeting, every disciple would receive a piece of Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice, funded by himself as a gift.
First offerings, then commands, to facilitate managing the disciples later. If they take the benefits yet don't obey, well, don't blame me, Feng, for turning hostile!
"No, no, we can't set it at Fulman Pavilion. First, it's too conspicuous; second, it's way too expensive, my pockets are empty..." After pondering for a moment, Feng Xunan replied to the Incense Master, pledging that he would definitely handle this well, but he had to bow to reality—there's no money, can't sustain it.
What should I do?
Since I'm newly appointed, I can't host a shabby gathering, right?
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to consult a friend.
