In his dreams, Xiao Mo seemed to have returned to Earth.
But Xiao Mo had no attachments left on Earth to begin with.
He did not know what would happen even if he returned there.
Perhaps the Dou Qi Continent was where he truly belonged.
After all, Xiao Mo did not feel there was anything left on Earth for him to care about.
In his memories, everything seemed to have fallen silent long ago.
He had only transmigrated to the Dou Qi Continent after living out his natural lifespan.
But this dream was not pleasant at all.
Even asleep, Xiao Mo felt excruciating pain.
By the time he woke again, daylight had arrived. It was probably a little past eight in the morning.
Xiao Mo ordered some breakfast and ate alone.
Five meat buns and a bowl of egg custard soup.
After finishing breakfast, Xiao Mo immediately summoned Zhu Chengzhi, Ma Yuanxun, and the nine Divine Strategy Commanders.
"The Chu Kingdom has been established. Our main task now is to reorganize its civil administration."
"And to link the three major strongholds of Biyu, Xiahao, and Hanzhong."
"We must establish a government belonging to me, the King of Chu!"
Xiao Mo addressed the other eleven men.
"You eleven are the civil administrators I have chosen."
"From now on, all matters concerning the Chu Kingdom will be decided by the twelve of us."
These were all men who had earned their merits in the saddle and on the battlefield.
Naturally, Xiao Mo would not treat them poorly.
"Everything in the Chu Kingdom will also be shared among the twelve of us."
Ma Yuanxun said, "I believe our most pressing task is to adjust resource allocation for the common people at the bottom and those with high incomes."
Hearing Ma Yuanxun's words, Xiao