This was a spacious conference hall.

There was a screen that was two meters tall with beautiful designs embroidered upon it, and gold-plated statues filled all of the corners and vacant spaces in the hall, making it appear even more resplendent. Even the palatial lanterns overhead had been plated with gold.

In front of the scenic artwork at the center sat Qin Ye and Zhao Yun, while in front of them was a podium. The conference hall was 20 meters in both length and width, and it was already filled with Yin spirits.

"... Thus concludes our report for the past two years." At this moment, the middle-aged Yin spirit who was in the process of delivering his report at the front turned around before extending a respectful bow. A clerk immediately accepted his documents before presenting them to Qin Ye, who gave a slight nod, and only then did the middle-aged Yin spirit step down from the podium.

All of the department directors had already completed their reports, and the first thing that should be commended was that none of them were surprised by his return.

All of the directors had already grown accustomed to their King Yanluo's long absences.

Over the past dozen or so years, particularly following the establishment of the education industry, it had already become...