When Chen Yafei was in sight, evening had already arrived, and His Majesty the Emperor had spent the entire Imperial Capital wandering around in civilian clothes.
General Chen Yafei was perhaps the most renowned figure in the entire empire apart from His Majesty the Emperor. Because of his radical early years and frequent involvement in foreign wars, he had carved out vast territories for the empire and achieved stellar fame in the struggle against zombies; by now, his popular acclaim far exceeded that of Defense Department head Zhai Liying and another heavyweight in the military, Chang Hui.
Moreover, in the wake of the Great Calamity, the surviving people mostly worshipped martial might and the strong, making his reputation even a fraction higher than that of Zhou Mingyuan, the chancellor who controlled the imperial government.
Consequently, many ordinary people would say that if not for His Majesty the Emperor, Zhou Mingyuan undoubtedly would not have been able to suppress Chen Yafei.
Chen Yafei was about to settle down, and An Yang had no official business to take him there, feeling merely a touch of emotional resonance, so he chose this most ordinary of evenings to send him his blessings.
The hallway was somewhat dim, yet the lights were very bright.
Chen Yafei had already received An Yang's message, prepared food and drinks at his home to wait for him for quite a while, and had also called Chang Hui and Zhai Liying over.
Having not seen each other for a long time, all of them were filled with lingering emotion.
The hotel surrounded by zombies back then had been like an isolated island full of despair. When the few of them first met, Chen Yafei was still a rash young man in his early twenties, but now he was approaching thirty,