Now that Tu Fang was the sect leader, he was exceptionally busy, as the first monastery was enormous, and there were too many tasks for him to handle.

The original first monastery’s residents had been ordered by the monastery head to leave with nothing, and she had said that any violators would be killed. Under those circumstances, who would have dared to take anything?

However, that didn’t mean they had to be nice. Although they hadn’t touched anything, they were still able to give Tu Fang some trouble.

For example, the keys to some storehouses had been lost, or a warehouse’s account books might have been destroyed by ‘rats’. These kinds of matters were plentiful.

The new residents already had much less manpower than the original residents. Now Tu Fang was in over his head, but there was no way around that. He could only work all day and night, taking inventory of the storehouses. Otherwise, if he didn’t even know what kind of resources were within his own monastery, that really would be a joke.

There weren’t enough Elders to handle all the work, so some disciples were forced to help.

But there was at least one piece of excellent...