At that moment, it was as if they had all returned to their student council days. A glance, a note, and they understood one another perfectly. They exchanged wishes for one another's safety, then brought the meeting to a close.
Yu Lian sat quietly where he was for nearly a minute before reaching out to switch off the remote communications terminal. He drank a glass of iced cola to recover some patience, then began reviewing documents—routine matters concerning supplies, training, security, equipment repairs, and replacements.
If this had been the old him, he would have been thoroughly impatient with such mundane affairs. But after spending years ruling a great empire in his dreams, he had come to see this work differently.
The truth of how the people, the military, the state, society, and even the entire world functioned structurally was hidden in the fine details of these documents and records.
Of course, he didn't need to handle every last detail personally—not even a sentence of twenty lashes—but he did need to know what was going on.
The old saying "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated" had been sound advice from the classical era to the far future. Knowing the enemy had always been a difficult task; let's set that aside for now. So how could one ensure that one knew oneself? Handling daily affairs was, in fact, the most cost-effective method.
Moreover, psionic power gave Yu Lian a concentration, reading speed, and ability to discern information that surpassed ordinary people. He handled affairs far faster than even an experienced old bureaucrat.
So even the most precious resource of all—time—suddenly seemed rather kind.
He even turned on the television. The sound of ads and news actually helped him get into his work. It had been