I had never even heard of him in the previous cycle.
Yan Huan muttered to himself. Why did Okhema's talent pool come with random spawns?
"Forget it, it's not important. Since you brought it up, I'll leave this matter to you."
Yan Huan swept a hand through the air, his fingertips tracing a casual arc.
"Establish a... hmm, let's call it the Earth Beast Workshop."
He continued:
"For now, you'll be the director. Whatever resources you need—Chrysos Heirs' blood samples, access to Dawn Machine energy monitoring—coordinate with the relevant people. Tell them it's my order."
At once, Sima Yi dropped to his knees with a thud, his forehead nearly touching the cold stone tiles.
"This humble one shall give his all and never fail the Chancellor's trust!"
A barely perceptible tremor colored his voice, carrying both the excitement of being entrusted with an important task and reverence for this unfathomable Chancellor.
Over the following days, Yan Huan did not lead a grand construction effort as the outside world had expected. Instead, he appeared rather lax in governance.
His upright, formal figure was rarely seen in the offices of Okhma Holy City.
Each day, he merely handled the trivial official documents sent his way with routine efficiency, then spent most of his time wandering through the holy city.
From bustling marketplaces to comparatively quiet artisan districts, from the grand steps of temples to plazas where commoners gathered, he called it observing the people's livelihood.
Sometimes, he squatted by the roadside, watching Earth Beasts hauling supplies leave deep tracks in the red-earth roads with their heavy footsteps. Other times, he chatted idly with roadside vendors, asking about prices and harvests.
In Yan Huan's view, as long as Okhema's general direction of development was correct, the people below could worry about the details.