"It's developing very well."
Looking at Zhu Zhong and the others, Li Su gave a sincere appraisal. In a sense, the restarted Xia Kingdom had gotten back on track.
If this continued for a few hundred years, with some resources provided, the Xia Kingdom should be able to stand independently in the Mythical Realm.
Li Su was undoubtedly quite satisfied with that.
He himself had little interest in power. If not for the evil spirits, he would never have been so desperate to grow stronger. He would have found a pleasant place, cultivated while keeping his family company, and simply lived out his days.
The Xia Kingdom's healthy development meant that he would not need to worry too much about matters here from now on.
Hearing Li Su's words, Zhu Zhong and the others wore ugly expressions.
To be honest, they had been delighted that Li Su had returned.
But what had happened here had struck them like a bolt from the blue, leaving them unable to recover their wits for quite some time.
It was not just him. Sheng Ying's father, the Zhao Family, and the Yan Family all looked terrible as well.
With the older generation gone, they were now the ones calling the shots, and they were also the strongest.
Clearly, compared to the Xia Kingdom's internal affairs, those who had at least reached the late Divine Power Realm—or even its peak—had naturally not been left behind. Zhu Zhong had brought them all out.
Most of them were outstanding talents, carefully nurtured since childhood. Once they went outside, they were stunned for quite a while. They truly had not expected that, after arriving in the legendary Mythical Realm, the Xia Kingdom's prodigies would continue forging legends—leaping up to become dao heirs of great sects, then, after the