All organizations have left the positions of president, sect master, and dean vacant, hanging them above Zhao Xing's head. The largest of these, the Anxing Society, has already developed seven lord-level deputy presidents!
Of course, Zhao Xing has never reached out to these powers, because only Da Zhou Agriculture Supervisor is considered the true foundation, and its development is controllable.
Those forces outside are a mixed bag, and Zhao Xing does not plan to incorporate them; of course, he cannot stop others from developing.
"This is like founding a sect, becoming a saint, and an ancestor." The Liaoyuan Envoy couldn't help but feel emotional.
"Yinghuo, do you approve of this report?"
Lang Yuan was speechless and could only nod dryly.
He also knew he couldn't move Zhao Xing, and could only target the forces under Zhao Xing's command, but this time it was clearly in vain, and continuing to entangle made no sense.
