Deng Chun had been troubled lately.
It was not because Grand Executive Officer Gao Wenfu had returned to Lake City, making the political atmosphere delicate. Nor was it because the Hundun Cult was undergoing sweeping reforms, with too many competing interests to balance. Those problems were serious, but as long as the Living God stood above him, the old power structure of the Great Golden Triangle kept crumbling, and the An-Xia Line and even the Great Cross Cut continued to stir things up, the pressure on Deng Chun remained manageable.
Only one thing truly troubled him: the most important task the big boss had given him—dismantling and rebuilding the Hundun Cult's system according to the Twelve Kingdoms—had made almost no progress.
However well they designed the system, they could not solve the technical problems. Over the past few days, he had visited every mountain under the Hundred Peaks Monarch and held meeting after meeting with the Hundun Cult's middle and upper ranks. Everyone remained just as bewildered, with little insight to show for it.
To put it bluntly, he was leading the effort and did not have a clue himself. How could he expect the people below him to figure it out?
As for the one person who could actually make the call, Deng Chun had worked up the nerve to contact him. But replies came sporadically. Deng Chun could not tell whether he had offended him somehow or whether he genuinely had no time.
Inside the living room, Lao Yao looked just as worried.
The approach of starting with objects and working toward people was sound, but they could not clearly classify the nature of each mountain. As a result, the planned reshuffling of power in the Green Zone, Blue Zone, and Red Zone had stalled. Lao Yao was