"By the way, Li Xuanzu, your supplies have been prepared." Old Huang ignored the disheveled Huang Yuanque behind him, as if the one who had been beaten was not his grandson.
"Do you have everything I mentioned?"
"Of course. Although these supplies are scarce, getting you a truckload shouldn't be difficult."
"That's good, thank you very much." Li Xuanzu did not continue to make things difficult for Huang Yuanqing, but instead chatted with Huang about the supplies.
It's now incredibly difficult for him to purchase supplies in Kyoto.
Even if he could forcibly kill people and seize the supplies, the reason is too far-fetched and would likely cause extreme dissatisfaction among higher-ups.
This is not a good thing for Li Xuanzu.
If that were actually done, that would be truly irreconcilable enmity.
Before, it could be said that those people didn't know how to repay kindness, and Li Xuanzu had a reason for that. But now he is a true demon, a demon who takes pleasure in killing.
Emperor Xuanzu did not want this, and the country did not want to see such a person.
With the supplies issue resolved, there were no further problems. Fuel, medicine, and some small tools were also included.
It doesn't take up much space, so I won't explain it one by one.
"Yuanqing, stop embarrassing yourself there, come here!" Old Master Huang was still very strict with his grandson.
Even though Huang Yuanqing was very unhappy, he didn't dare to show it anymore. He quickly covered his injured buttocks and staggered over.
“My ancestor, my grandson will be clearing out zombies around Kyoto in the future. If you encounter him, please take good care of him.” Old Huang’s expression changed again. At this moment, he was just an ordinary grandfather paving the way for his grandson’s future.
"Don't worry, as long as he doesn't disgust me, I'll still help him." It wasn't a big deal, so Li Xuanzu agreed.
"That's good, that's good." Old Huang rubbed his hands together, looking just like a shrewd old man.
Li Xuanzu left quickly without lingering, as he needed to inventory the supplies to avoid any problems when it was time to depart.
"Grandpa, you're at the height of Dragon Kingdom, why would you need to be afraid of a... a scoundrel like him?" Huang Yuanqing asked his usually kind grandfather, puzzled.
"Don't bring up such things again." Old Huang didn't offer any explanation, but simply ended the topic.
"But..." Huang Yuanqing still wanted to get to the bottom of it.
"I said, that's enough!" Old Huang suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with savagery.
"You should look further ahead, instead of ruining your future and even your life for your so-called 'righteousness'!" Old Huang was very angry.
"Hoo, stay in Kyoto for a while and temper your mind." Old Huang realized that his attitude had been too impulsive, took a deep breath to calm himself down, and spoke slowly.
This time, Huang Yuanqing did not refute, nodded, and obediently followed behind Old Huang out of the courtyard.
Those eyes were like those of a ferocious beast awakened from its centuries-long slumber, their gaze seeming capable of devouring a person.
Outside the courtyard house.
Li Xuanzu withdrew his divine sense, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Old Huang, you're really not being honest." Even though Li Xuanzu wasn't present, he saw things more clearly than Huang Yuanqing through his powerful divine sense.
Beneath that violent gaze, there was a barely perceptible...resentment and greed.
It's not a good thing to see that kind of look on a country's top leader.
Did they really think that Li Xuanzu was unguarded against Huang Lao?
A thousand years has not been wasted; if Li Xuanzu had not been cautious and careful in everything he did, he would not have reached this point.
The fact that Mr. Huang could speak so calmly when he was with him meant that he was definitely not just an ordinary high-ranking official.
With a broader perspective, a more mature mindset, and a better overall outlook, given enough time to mature, he might very well become a player on this chessboard.
Unfortunately, lacking sufficient strength, he had no idea how many eyes were watching from the shadows. All his so-called "schemes" were nothing but child's play in the face of these beings.
All your plans are under the watchful eyes of others; nothing can be hidden.
If Huang Lao was like this in front of Li Xuanzu, then in the eyes of other chess players, was Li Xuanzu an evenly matched opponent, or a relatively special piece?
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