Sitting in Mozhou

In the sixty-third year of the Sacred Reign, the copper brazier in the Mozhou City Lord's Manor burned Concentration Incense.

Zhang Mingshu's finger traced arcs across the sand table. Cangzhou's spirit fields, Yizhou's mineral veins, and Mozhou's walls rose from the bluestone slab like a crouching dragon lying in wait.

At the same time, the spring breeze was greening the scorched earth. Towns burned down by war had already raised new wooden towers, while the captured experts incorporated from various places and the "new recruit camps" reorganized from the Rogue Cultivator battalions drilled beneath the city walls. The character "Yan" on their robes and armor flashed with a cold gleam in the howling wind.

"Seventy percent of Cangzhou's spirit fields have been restored." The clerk at his side sorted through the reports submitted by the various regions. "But iron ore production is still far too low. Expanding the Fan Family's beast-taming camp will require black iron to forge saddles and armor."

Many wounded soldiers had withdrawn from the front lines and also needed timely treatment and resettlement.

Zhang Mingshu had already been continuously drawing people from the family to come help manage matters.

Moreover, personnel arrangements for key positions in every region had to wait for Yan Tianxing to make the decisions himself.

Black Wind Stronghold on the front line had been converted into a base for the beast-taming camp, and it also needed more construction materials sent over. The wolf riders of the barbarian tribes who had surrendered needed to be settled as well. Many of them had been wounded in the great battle and could no longer continue fighting.

Yan Tianxing was also unwilling to leave them on the front lines, where they might become an unstable factor.

The Ancient Yan Kingdom Secret Realm was now divided among