Recovery

 "Golden Scripture," I muttered, and two clones of myself manifested immediately. Without missing a beat, they moved to tackle the mountain of documents. Having clones handle the paperwork was like sending smaller parts of my mind to deal with the minutiae, freeing me to focus on more pressing matters.

"The Darkest Sun has sent an invitation, Emperor Shen Bao," the councilor said, his tone hesitant as he approached.

I groaned. "What does he want now? I'm already up to my neck in responsibilities."

The councilor shuffled nervously. "It seems he wishes to smooth over a misunderstanding between you and one of his disciples…"

I raised an eyebrow. "You mean the Fire King? There's no issue between us. It's Meng Hao he needs to worry about. I'll visit the Darkest Sun when I have time, but not now."