On the seventh day after the great battle at Tagor, the winds across the Northwest Continent changed completely.
First, news came from the Jia Ma Imperial City.
Jia Xingtian had gone into seclusion for three days and emerged as a Dou Zong.
There was no earth-shattering proclamation, nor any grand imperial feast for the realm. There was only a frontier decree stamped with the imperial seal, delivered to the major fortresses in the early hours before dawn.
The Jia Ma border was reorganized.
The Mittel Family caravans were permitted to use the old route through the Black-Corner Region.
The Alchemist Guild took full control of allocating pills for the wounded soldiers after the war.
Princess Yao Yue temporarily took charge of the Imperial City's medicinal storehouse.
These orders seemed ordinary, but anyone with a keen nose understood that the Jia Ma Empire was no longer that small nation the Three-Nation Allied Forces could bully at will.
Because in the Imperial City, there was now another Dou Zong.
Meanwhile, in Tagor Holy City, the first migrating group of the Snake-People Tribe had already reached the edge of the Black-Corner Region under Die's lead.
The ice cellars of Cold Sand Fortress were opened, and the grain, water, medicinal ingredients, and tents secretly transported in by the Mittel Family filled the underground warehouses. Some of Hai Bodong's old subordinates had originally been rather unconvinced about the Snake-People Tribe moving in, but when Die entered the fortress in a pale-purple cloak with a group of old, weak, and injured people, they found themselves unable to utter a single word of difficulty.
Her face was still pale, and her transformation had only just stabilized.
But she stood there, and behind her were the injured of the Snake-People Tribe, young snakes, and clansmen who had lost