A very special and powerful man had occupied a small territory that others considered worthless. Thus, the long-vanished Land of Whirlpools had risen from the ashes in a unique way.
The Land of Whirlpools was extremely small, not much different in size from the Land of Waves, which was famous for its poverty.
Ever since the Land of Whirlpools had fallen, no one had valued this coastal land. If someone established a country here, it would probably become a second Land of Waves.
Now, someone had not only occupied this unwanted corner of land but had also ignored the ominous signs and actually adopted the name of the country that had once fallen here. His actions were truly laughable, but no one dared to laugh.
Because this person was named Ye Zi.
Clack, clack...
A long line of cargo wagons traveled along the road, slowly heading toward the Land of Whirlpools.
Every wagon was bulging as if it held a small cart. Covered with tarpaulins, it was impossible to tell at a glance what they carried.
At the front of the convoy, a charming woman in fitted clothing and holding a riding crop straddled a fine horse. She slowly led the convoy, fearless and dashing.
The person at the head was none other than the head of the Yunhe clan, Yunhe Muzi.
If Ye Zi saw that Muzi had ridden a horse instead of sitting in a carriage, he would surely have sighed with emotion.
It was a striking change from before, and a good one at that. It made people like her.
The convoy stretched for several kilometers and carried extremely abundant supplies, enough to make any bandit chief envious and reckless enough to take the risk. Yet along the long journey from Capital City to the Land of