Completing the Path of Glory was a feat that consumed an enormous amount of stamina.
Even Clan Warriors were often left utterly exhausted.
As the first-place finisher, Ye Zi was entitled to an unlimited supply of Fried Mandala Fruit and Condensed Milk refined from Totem Beast milk, as both provisions and rewards.
The latter was a rare delicacy that ratfolk could scarcely enjoy, packed with an abundance of energy.
The sweetness was like floodwaters bursting through a breached dike, rushing down Ye Zi's throat.
In the past, the Ratfolk Boy would surely have wolfed it down without a care.
But after Meng Chao's guidance, Ye Zi had learned the importance of chewing slowly and thoroughly to aid digestion and absorption.
Watching his rather restrained manner of eating, Ice Storm grew even more astonished.
There was no information on Ye Zi in the Training Camp.
After all, thousands upon thousands of ratfolk were captured and brought to Black Horn City every day, and most of them would be used up within a year or so.
No one had the patience to register and catalog such "consumables."
They were nothing more than insignificant ratfolk.
Ice Storm could only personally ask the boy his name and origins.
Before the ace of the Blood Skull Arena, Ye Zi was somewhat reserved.
But when he thought of the Reaper's words, he felt that there was nothing to fear, and he truthfully recounted his origins from beginning to end.
It was not beyond Ice Storm's expectations.
If the Era of Prosperity lasted only a few years, veterans from the previous Era of Glory would still be around, and even the ratfolk would remember the exhilaration of slaughter and the glory of conquest.
Then, when the new Era of Glory arrived, all it would take was the