"Your Majesty, should I summon him?" Liu Desheng finally reacted and hurriedly asked.
Chu Xiong also came to his senses. Calling the Qin Tianjian at this time was useless.
That old Daoist spent all his time hiding in his lair, claiming he was refining Longevity Pills for him, but after all these years, not a single pill had been seen. Moreover, he shamelessly asked for money every year, each time tens of thousands or even a hundred thousand taels of silver. In six or seven years, millions of taels of silver had disappeared without a trace.
All that silver, if thrown into the water, would at least make some sound.
Thinking about all the silver, Chu Xiong's liver ached.
Chu Xiong took a few deep breaths, sweeping his gaze across the Civil and Military Officials standing below. "All of you, quickly come up with a plan. Who is most suitable to go for disaster relief, and how many supplies are needed?"
