A Small Memento

Xia Fan believed that the Mage Tower would not orchestrate uprisings everywhere.

Places like Sun Port in the north already lay within the Mage Tower's usual sphere of influence. The Star Tower Society had cultivated the area for many years, so overthrowing the lords' rule was only natural. But elsewhere, especially in certain major cities, the Dragonborn nobility still retained considerable control. If they still relied on civilian forces to take the lead, it might take a long time to bear fruit.

He was more inclined to believe that the Mage Tower would adopt a strategy of division, allowing the nobles to continue governing local affairs on the condition that they sever all ties with The Church.

As for those nobles who adamantly opposed them, they would become targets for the Mages to display their power.

After all, once The Church was uprooted, the remaining Dragonborn would be nothing more than a heap of loose sand.

If the Hera Church wished to survive, this would be a problem they had to confront.

Five days later, the Baisha Ship had replenished its supplies and was ready for a long voyage once more.

Taxisis had also recovered from her severe injuries through her formidable healing abilities and could more or less walk again.

"How are you feeling?" Xia Fan asked as he entered the bedroom, just in time to see her climb down from the bedframe under her own power and pick up the cup on the table.

"My body feels a little stiff, as though it doesn't belong to me." The girl gulped down a large mouthful of water. "But honestly, it doesn't feel bad—ever since I became Chief Inquisitor, I haven't rested for this long in ages."

An ordinary Qi Sense User would never have been able to get out