The seventh post-disaster response meeting had ended.
On the third day after the dense fog disappeared, Wolong Villa had already held seven emergency meetings in the span of three short days. Or rather, the work of discussing matters, handling the aftermath, and thinking of solutions had never stopped.
Most of those present had outstanding cultivation—or excessive physical stamina. Even so, after racking their brains for three days, they were still utterly exhausted.
Yan Xiaoxi already had stubble on his face. He had not shut his eyes for three days and three nights, and even with his abilities, he was beginning to struggle.
He leaned back in the meeting-room chair and gently rubbed his forehead.
A subordinate brought over a cup of hot tea. Yan Xiaoxi slowly took a sip... Emergency incidents were usually handled in two stages, twenty-four hours and forty-eight hours respectively—but the incident at Mount Tai had lasted a very long time, more than half a month in total.
Almost all the major media outlets in the world had been closely following the matter. The foreign media still lingering nearby, along with some even harder-to-detect foreign intelligence agents, had yet to leave.
"Section Chief, why don't you go rest for a while? You've been working for several days."
Yan Xiaoxi sighed. "If working overtime could solve this, I'd be willing to work for another year... I'm most afraid that it can't be solved."
"But this time, didn't Advisor Long unite the Daoist Association, the Demon Association, and everyone else to cooperate with all their strength?"
Yan Xiaoxi supported his forehead and closed his eyes. "How long can fools be kept in the dark? I'm afraid it'll be very difficult to cover this fire with paper."
"Section Chief, don't think too much about it. When a boat reaches the