Inside the newly built great hall of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Chen Xia sat in the seat of honor, a spatial pouch floating before him.
"Ouyang Shuo, Lei Qianren," Chen Xia called, his voice gentle.
"At your command!" Both men immediately stepped forward and bowed, excitement and loyalty written across their faces.
They had once been Chen Xia's seniors, but now, with their changes in status, they were both his subordinates within the established hierarchy, as well as members of his core team.
Over the past few years, they had followed him with unwavering loyalty.
Chen Xia handed the spatial pouch to Ouyang Shuo.
"These resources include Spirit-Nourishing Pills and mystic-piercing grass that can nourish the soul and widen the meridians. Take them for your cultivation."
Naturally, Chen Xia would never treat his own master poorly.
Many of the pills inside were mid- and upper-grade earth-tier pills.
They could substantially improve Ouyang Shuo's strength.
In the outside world, they were worth a king's ransom. For the Federation of the past, they would have been completely beyond reach.
Ouyang Shuo accepted the pouch with slightly trembling hands. He understood just how precious these resources were.
"Thank you, Holy Lord!" Ouyang Shuo said.
Chen Xia smiled. "Master, there are no outsiders here. You don't need to be so formal. Just call me by my name. If you need anything in the future, don't hesitate to tell your disciple."
"Hehe, that won't do. You are the Human Sovereign of Northern Mang and the Holy Lord of the Federation. We cannot break protocol. It would reflect poorly on us if word got out."
"But if I need anything in the future, I certainly won't stand on ceremony with you, Holy Lord."
Ouyang Shuo spoke with a smile. Chen Xia had brought this up many