The Recent Situation in Great Wei

The Chaos Sea, home to the Rakshasa Islands of the Rakshasa Race.

Though they were called an archipelago, each island was actually a continent.

These islands were enemy territories that the Rakshasa Race had conquered and plundered during their campaigns south and north.

Whenever they conquered a race, they used immense magical power to move its continent near their own territory.

At that moment, on a small continent in one of its remote corners.

Countless members of the Human Race were scattered throughout the area. Some cultivated spirit herbs, while others mined spirit ore, each busy with their own work.

Prime Minister Zhang of Great Wei sat in a crude room. After setting down the bamboo slip in his hands, he rubbed his forehead.

Just then, Emperor Yun Junyou of Great Wei pushed open the door and walked in.

This naturally favored son of Heaven now looked utterly exhausted, covered in dust, and dispirited.

"The spirit ore output for this month should be enough to pay the required amount."

He placed a bamboo slip on the desk, then glanced at Prime Minister Zhang's bloodshot eyes and the mountain of bamboo slips piled across the table.

Prime Minister Zhang nodded wearily. "That's good. We can't give them any more excuses. The opportunity Fengxian bought with his life must not be wasted."

"But if this goes on, when will it ever end?"

Yun Junyou was somewhat agitated, but he kept his voice low. Pointing at the bamboo slips before Prime Minister Zhang, he said, "You haven't rested for several days, have you? With so much information, and you handling it all alone... sigh!"

Halfway through, he suddenly seemed to lose all his strength and let out a dejected sigh.

Prime Minister Zhang gave a bitter smile. "Don't talk about me. As the