Amid the clinking of cups.
The Myriad Demon King, who had been drinking on Bi Ji's behalf, was tipsy. He raised his wineglass.
"Cheers to the Human Sovereign!"
"Cheers to the Human Sovereign!" The Yutian City Lord raised his glass unwilling to be outdone.
Everyone raised their glasses except the Sky Control Clan, Qiangu Qingfeng, Yang Hui, and Wang Tianyu.
On the second floor of the celebration hall, Lin Yuan silently watched everything below, his eyes full of exhaustion as he rubbed his temples.
I'm exhausted. And that Little Dragon God—I've gone to see him three times, haven't I? Why hasn't he opened the door for me even once? Lin Yuan grumbled inwardly.
He had arrived in the Federation two weeks before Little Dragon God and the others. During those two weeks, Lin Yuan had continuously handled Federation affairs, with highly noticeable results. The expansion of territory naturally brought an expansion of resources.
Unlike the Federation of old, Lin Yuan had not poured all those resources into the military. Instead, he had made stricter calculations to ensure that every resource was used efficiently, improving citizens' living standards without hindering military development.
The results were obvious as well. His public approval was extremely high.
Yet the documents were like bamboo shoots after rain—one batch followed another. Even with the Myriad Demon King assisting him, Lin Yuan was struggling to keep up. The Myriad Demon King had even protested that the work hours were too long and were cutting into his dating time.
Still, whenever he had a break from processing documents, Lin Yuan took the initiative to visit Little Dragon God. All three times, he had been turned away.
He's really angry.
Lin Yuan sighed.
Just then, an aged voice sounded beside his ear.
"Are you Lin Yuan?"
A silver-haired elder