"Besides, you may curse me now, but you might end up thanking me later."
"Fine, I'll go handle it."
Just as Han Bing flew away, riding the clouds, Priest Song Fang arrived.
"Mr. Zhao."
Song Fang was of the Secondary Seventh Rank, the Main Temple Priest of City No. 92. He was already sixty years old and a long-standing veteran of the military, but in front of Zhao Xing, Song Fang didn't dare to show off and respectfully performed his courtesies.
"Mr. Song," Zhao Xing returned the salute. "In recent days, you must fully cooperate with the Minister of Agriculture Supervision's work. All priests who can summon the Minister of Agriculture God are to be transferred to the Minister of Agriculture Supervision for duties."
"The rest of them should be assigned to summoning souls, to assist Wang Ji's Engineering Department with the extension of the outer city."
Priests in the Supply City were also handling logistics duties.
