With Li Xuanzu's help, although the number of zombies in the Dragon Kingdom was still quite large, Huang Lao handled it very well. In the three cities of Kyoto, Ji Province and Shanghai, there were more than ten third-level spiritualists stationed, one fourth-level spiritualist in each city, and one fourth-level exorcist in each city.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an ironclad fortress. If this momentum continues, within three years, the Dragon Kingdom can recover most of its lost territory, and five years is enough time for the Dragon Kingdom to restore its pre-apocalyptic glory.

With powerful forces like psionicists and exorcists, they might even surpass them.

In addition, Leng An's four fourth-tier psionicists and various third-tier psionicists led small teams to diligently hunt high-tier zombies, paving the way for the army of first and second-tier psionicists.

Currently, Shandong and Jiangsu provinces, located between Kyoto and Shanghai, are establishing new security points. Once these points are connected, various matters, such as support, will become much more convenient.

Huang Lao's reputation in the Dragon Kingdom also began to rise rapidly. Apart from a few elderly people who still harbored resentment over his killing of six classmates, some young people could be described as admiring Huang Lao for what he had done.

Incidentally, there was originally one top leader left, but he has now become a judge because he felt that his ideas did not align with Huang Lao's. Huang Lao thought he was too upright, so he could only arrange for him to do this job.

It truly proves the saying that a good person who has done good deeds all their life can be labeled as an evil person because of one wrongdoing, while a bad person who is used to committing crimes can be considered a good person by the whole world because of one good deed that comes to mind.

Huang Lao doesn't fall into the latter category, but he utilized the latter's principles to establish a good public image and give some benefits to the people as if they were charity, which made them extremely grateful.

Even if these things are what they deserve.

Many buildings in Kyoto were gradually being completed, and Old Huang led them to a small farm.

He used this place for some important small meetings. With its artificial hills and flowing water, and a lush bamboo forest in the distance, it was quite pleasant to look at. In this post-apocalyptic world, it was hard to find another place like this.

"You certainly know how to enjoy yourself. We're out there watching those disgusting zombies every day, and you've managed to cultivate some leisurely pursuits," Li Xuanzu joked, looking at the few small, unidentifiable red fish swimming in the pond.

"You've misunderstood me. It's because you said you didn't like going to those suffocating conference rooms every day to discuss business. In the end, this was built by your old man. It hurts, doesn't it?" Old Huang looked like he had suffered a great injustice.

"Forget it, you're a shrewd old man. Just kidding. Let's eat something first." Li Xuanzu had no intention of comforting him.

There weren't many people attending this meeting. Leng An was the only one who came. With Li Xuanzu, the other two, and Elder Huang, the large dining table seemed much emptier.

There was no menu. Old Huang simply gave a look to a third-tier psionicist beside him, who then went to prepare the dishes.

The entire farm is staffed with trusted confidants whom Elder Huang has cultivated over this period. The content of his conversations with some important managers cannot be leaked. Therefore, this small farm has three third-tier psionicists among its staff, and the rest are second-tier.

This also served to protect high-ranking people like Huang Lao.

Although Elder Huang has already become a fourth-tier psionicist, he still has some use.

Each dish was served in small portions, just enough for one bite for everyone at the table.

However, the sheer number of dishes was overwhelming. Just when Li Xuanzu and Huang Lao were discussing the matter of the Korean country, there were already about thirty dishes on the table, and the two third-level staff members kept serving more dishes.

Ouyang Ningxue sat next to Fu Yu, while Leng An couldn't get a word in edgewise, and all three of them felt rather awkward.

"Um, Leng An, aren't you going to eat?" Fu Yu was still a bit socially awkward. When facing strangers, she lost her usual wildness and became somewhat timid.

"Huh? I'm not hungry. Let's not just sit here. You must be tired from the mission. You should eat something." Leng An was a little taken aback by the question and quickly replied.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yu looked at Li Xuanzu again and found that the other party was not paying attention to her at all. She didn't care anymore, picked up her bowl and chopsticks and started showing off, choking several times in the process.

"You really are something. Nobody's going to take it from you. Eat slowly." Ouyang Ningxue patted her back, her eyes brimming with laughter.

"Who said that? Li Xuanzu will criticize me again in a bit." Fu Yu said, puffing out her cheeks as she looked at Li Xuanzu's turned face, but there was no anger in her eyes at all.

"Ningxue, how are you...?" Leng An was at a loss for words and seemed awkward, much like the impetuous young man he used to be.

"Me? There's nothing good or bad about it, I'm just more suited to this messy apocalypse. What could be worse than living?" Ouyang Ningxue shrugged. Old friends shouldn't be so distant.

Leng An forced a smile, and the two fell silent again.