"Master is too kind," Lei Jun said. "I tread on thin ice, fearing any oversight. Please continue to instruct me, Master."
Liang Chen laughed. "You are too modest. Yuan Zhen should be envious to have a disciple like you."
Speaking of which, his tone shifted slightly. "However, there is an account here..." He pointed at the scroll. "Was a batch of superior Xianliu Ink not sent to the Ancestral Courtyard of the Sect but temporarily diverted here?"
"Indeed, Master, with your permission," Lei Jun said, unperturbed. "That was Tang Xiaotang who had come by earlier and temporarily diverted it. I inquired about its use, but Tang only said it was useful for her cultivation. I too had doubts, so I previously reported it to the Ancestral Courtyard of the Sect."
Liang Chen nodded slightly. "I see."
