The wind bent the grass low. Herds of cattle and sheep dotted the land, while horses, cattle, sheep, and children frolicked across the lush green prairie, the animals chewing on tender grass wherever one looked.
Not far away stretched a vast sea of tents. This was the Chahamon Kan Tribe, an affiliated tribe of the Divine Eagle Empire. With tens of thousands of people, it was considered a medium-sized nomadic tribe on the grasslands.
"Eheh, when is Azha coming back? I miss him."
Inside the sheep pen, an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy in a sheepskin coat asked his mother, who was milking the sheep.
As he spoke, the boy, Qi Yan Jin, toyed with a small, exquisite jade tiger in his hand. It bore the distinct craftsmanship of the Great Li Dynasty—something the Divine Eagle Empire could barely produce, let alone make at such a level of artistry.
"Your Azha went with the chieftain to raid the Central Plains and accomplish great things. When he comes back, he'll bring you lots of good things from the Central Plains. You'll be delighted then."
Sang Man Ke, who was milking the sheep, raised her head and set aside the iron basin full of milk. With her barrel-thick waist, she lifted a sheep and placed it in the adjacent pen, then brought over another ewe and began milking it.
"Yay! Things from the Central Plains are the best. They're much more fun than those crude, stupid toys from our tribe. I hope Azha comes back soon. He should bring me Central Plains specialties—and bring Eheh something good, too."
Qi Yan Jin's eyes immediately lit up. Remembering how his father brought him all sorts of wonderful things whenever he followed the chieftain south to raid the Central Plains, he began cheering and jumping for