New Immigrants

Last night, Zhou Xu had reined himself in just in time, greatly reducing the damage he suffered. He slept until noon and was basically awake by then.

After washing his face and finishing his meal, he leaned back in his chair for a while, taking stock of his physical condition.

It was mainly his eyes and his head.

The backlash from that thing had only lasted for a moment. Since he had given up in time, the injuries he suffered would not persist for long. By now, his eyes had basically recovered to normal.

His head was still slightly dizzy, but judging from the current situation, it was not a major problem. At most, he would make a complete recovery in two or three days.

After finishing his breakfast, Zhou Xu wiped his mouth. Considering his condition, he did not plan on tiring himself out today, but he still had to pay appropriate attention to some of the work that required his concern.

"How has the response to the immigration matter been this morning?"

Hearing the question, Shilke, who was currently also serving as his "secretary," had long since grown accustomed to this new identity and now answered with practiced ease.

"Your Majesty, according to the latest report, only fifty-seven people have currently applied to immigrate to Yellow Sand City."

"..."

That number was even lower than Zhou Xu had expected.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Although Yan Sheng had already lost the people's support, that could not change the fact that their Great Zhou had only just arrived and that they had only recently endured the shock brought about by war. It was perfectly normal for the people of Black Stone City to still lack trust in them.

Although this was an extraordinary period, trust