Listening to Mo Jian, the elders were quiet. This was a serious issue that needed to be handled with careful consideration.
"Young Master, I believe you didn’t return to inform us of these things without sufficient preparation," Supreme Elder Zhao said, breaking the silence.
Mo Jian nodded. He turned and looked at him. "You’re right, I’ve already made preparations. The sect only needs to defend the border while the pass is being built."
"We can’t trust the clans and others to fulfill these roles. Also, a Golden Core Expert must preside over it," he added.
The main hall was silent for a moment before Supreme Elder Sun spoke. "This is no problem. I can defend the border with some elders while we assign the tasks of protecting the border at the mission hall."
With Supreme Elder Sun taking the lead, the elders knew this was a done deal. They were going to defend their border.
Although this seems to be an abrupt decision, it was not. Since they became the sole power in the Western Region, it was only a matter of time before they defended their border.
"It is decided. From this moment onward, our top priority is defending the border," the Sect Master announced.
He looked at his son and asked, "Is that all?"
"No, Sect Master," Mo Jian shook his head.
His return to the Western Region was to upgrade the region. He did not know when next he would have the opportunity to return home.
Thus, he needed to do everything now.
"My chamber is about to begin a massive project, and the sect needs to do its part," he announced.
"What project?" Elder Kang asked curiously.
"Water distribution."
All the elders were stunned. Water distribution?
Why would anyone want to distribute water?
Looking at their confused expressions, Mo Jian was not surprised.
He took out a thin book from his spatial pouch and handed it to his father. "Father, this is the distribution plan for the sect."
His father received the thin book and read its contents. The more he read, the more his expression turned into shock.
"Is this possible?" he couldn’t help but ask.
"Father, I’ve already done it in the Southern Region capital," Mo Jian responded. "Besides, Elder Bai Delan and Elder Luo Zhen are already working on the main artifact."
The Sect Master sighed deeply and handed the thin book to Supreme Elder Zhao to read.
Soon, he also had the same shocked expression before passing it to Supreme Elder Sun.
In a couple of minutes, everyone in the hall was looking at Mo Jian as if they were looking at a monster.
"Y-Young Master... this is incredible," Elder Duang Jie whispered, unable to hide her shock.
On the thin paper were explanations on how the water would move from the river into the city and the sect.
There was also mention of various artifacts that would make using water easy.
"So, when shall we start?" the Sect Master asked.
"We’re starting immediately. Time is of the essence," Mo Jian responded without hesitation.
He couldn’t afford to waste a second.
Quickly, the Sect Master instructed the elders to support the project while Supreme Elder Sun was in charge of defending the border.
Leaving the main hall, Elder Kang walked beside him and asked, "Young Master, have you forgotten about football?"
"Not really," he shook his head. "I’m just too preoccupied to ask."
"Hahaha. That’s good to hear," a bright smile crept on his face. "Our Dust Valley Team is dominating the region. No one can match our players."
"Really?" Mo Jian looked at the proud smile.
"Yes! We have a friendly match with the Eagles Club this evening. You can come to watch it."
"Alright. I’ll come to watch it."
"Good. I’ll be expecting the Young Master. Also, many are looking forward to the start of the tournament."
"Don’t worry. I’ll see about it," Mo Jian replied.
With that, Elder Kang left with a large stride, his face beaming with satisfaction.
With Mo Jian coming to watch the match, he knew his players would be more than happy.
Also, the stadium would have more people than usual.
Watching his departure, Mo Jian shook his head. Who would have thought an Elder would become a die-hard football fan?
’Ah! I guess I won’t have time to rest,’ he mused and left.
Walking through the sect, when the disciples saw him, they stopped and paid their respects, their faces filled with reverence and awe.
Mo Jian responded with a nod and continued on his way. Just then, he saw an acquaintance in the distance.
Zou Mei stared at the handsome young man walking toward her with a conflicted expression on her face.
She despised and looked down on him at first. With her talent, she did not regard him as a threat.
Sect Master’s son or not. He was nothing—weak and useless.
But now, the boy she loathed had become a dragon among men.
In the sect, his authority was second only to the Sect Master. Even the elders would follow his lead.
Apart from that, his wealth was something many dreamed of but could never have in the next ten generations.
"Y-Young Master..." she stuttered when Mo Jian arrived a few feet from her.
Mo Jian did not stop nor glance at her. He nodded and continued his walk.
Frozen, Zou Mei did not expect to receive such a cold response.
She had expected many things but not that. She opened her mouth to call after him, but no words came out.
She sighed deeply and returned to the core area in sadness.
Unbeknownst to her, Deng Jie was also watching from behind a tree.
As long as Mo Jian spoke to her, he could take the chance to probe him.
Now, he had broken through to the Foundation Realm stage-1 and become a core disciple.
He couldn’t let go of competing with him. Although he knew he was no match for him.
His plan was to use his fame to rise up.
Unfortunately, Mo Jian’s cold and indifferent attitude shattered his wild fantasy.