Fang Jie usually only glanced at the intelligence reports once a day, as the situation rarely changed quickly.
And no change was the best situation as it meant everything was going according to his plan.
In midsummer, Fang Jie went outside and gazed at the sky. Unaware of how time had passed, it had already been over two years since he came to this world. In this period, he had finally reached the Golden Peak and acquired such a vast territory.
If this were his previous life, probably no one could compare with him.
During this time, those new territories were mostly assimilated, and various proxy lords and temporary proxy lords had assumed their positions.
There were still some small islands waiting for their temporary proxy lords. Those were left for those who came later to compete for. Anyway, with or without them, there was no significant impact on the grand scheme of things.
Leaving these positions available also made them more eager; that was all.
