Cloud Prefecture, Luoyun City.
As the provincial city most severely affected by the war, four years had passed, and the city had been rebuilt and order restored.
Yet the streets now held many more faces from the grasslands. They swaggered through the roads like tyrants, carrying themselves as though they stood above everyone else.
People were divided into ranks, high and low. Ever since Tuwahaer ascended the throne, this trend had become unavoidable.
Those from the various grassland tribes held considerably high status, while the common people who had once belonged to the Feng Kingdom had to take detours whenever they saw them.
"It's my honor that you enjoy my osmanthus cake, sir. No need to pay."
A vendor selling osmanthus cake wore a strained smile.
"Ha ha ha! You Feng Kingdom people really know how to behave. I like it!"
The man eating without paying was naturally from some grassland tribe. His mouth was stuffed full of pastries, making his speech somewhat garbled.
Saying This, he pocketed several more pieces of soft, fragrant, sweet osmanthus cake before turning to leave.
This Was when a tall, straight-backed young man walked over and deliberately bumped into the grasslander as though by accident.
"Damn it, are you blind? You damned Feng Kingdom man, just you wait—"
The grassland man's words caught in his throat halfway through.
Before him, the Feng Kingdom man who had bumped into him carried an enormous pair of Deer Antler in his left hand and a massive warhammer across his back.
One look at that outfit was enough to tell anyone that he practiced martial arts.
"Hmph, another martial cultivator." The grasslander who had eaten for free snorted coldly, committing this utterly ordinary-looking Feng Kingdom man to memory. He planned to go back and carefully look through the