After a round of private discussions, arrangements were settled for receiving the Zhu Yuan Kingdom's envoys and implementing the changes to the fiefdoms.
The Old Ancestor had decided to hand the Southern Region over to the Zhu Yuan Kingdom, ceding almost half the kingdom in one stroke. Word had yet to spread, but once it did, it would surely cause an uproar throughout the country.
However, this world had no sense of national identity, nor any particular attachment to one's country. Unless two countries had become mortal enemies, division, reunification, and mutual annexation were all commonplace.
Living in this world, Li Ling could only follow its customs and join the Ninth Princess in handling related matters at the Old Ancestor's command.
During this period, some signs had already begun to emerge. Zhu Ming and the other disciples were all recalled, preparing to return to the Royal City to reinforce the manpower there.
When Li Ling learned of this, he deliberately went outside the city to meet him. From afar, he spotted the slovenly Daoist among the crowd, still all alone, sitting on a flatbed horse cart accompanying the troops and swigging weak wine until his face was flushed red.
"Senior Brother Zhu!"
Li Ling waved and called out.
Zhu Ming looked over, let out a drunken hiccup, and appeared surprised.
He jumped down from the cart and walked over, asking in surprise, "What brings you here?"
As he spoke, he could not help looking Li Ling up and down, his expression growing more astonished. "You've actually embarked on the path of cultivation?"
At present, Li Ling concealed himself with the power of his Nascent Soul Realm spirit. To ordinary cultivators, he appeared to possess a certain amount of spiritual consciousness and mental power, but nothing particularly strong.
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