Lu Zhen's hair fluttered in the wind as he walked out of his grand throne room. His seclusion room was right beside his throne room for convenience, although he had implemented a self-governing model for all of Phoenix City. Nonetheless, he still needed to keep a close watch on affairs.
There seemed to be no limit to a person's stupidity, and Lu Ying was currently secluded as well, focusing on her cultivation for the upcoming war.
She was on the verge of breaking through to become a first-stage martial artist, a potential game-changer in the impending battle. Despite this, Lu Zhen still had to handle paperwork at times, but it wasn't overly burdensome given his high level of intelligence.
Understanding his own abilities, Lu Zhen knew that he could only inflict minor injuries on a first-stage martial artist, even if he utilised all his strength and revealed his trump cards. He doubted he could do much beyond that, apart from causing some harm.