Recently, Mo Lin's focus had naturally been on Grace Hall.
The Dai Family's imperial line existed in name only. The powerful figures across the land were bound to declare independence one after another.
Moreover, due to the Star Luo Empire's centralized system, there were basically no major factions within the country capable of carving the empire into several pieces. It was highly likely to end up resembling ancient Europe—"every village had its king, every town its emperor."
Although such small factions would make it easy for Grace Hall to defeat them one by one and swiftly occupy territory, dealing with the aftermath after the fighting ended would become extremely troublesome.
Mo Lin could not leave such matters to others. How the aftermath was handled, and how the people in newly conquered regions were treated, would be key to Grace Hall establishing its image. If he handed the matter over to someone else, they would most likely follow standard procedures.
As the old saying went, in the old days, "Bandits passed through like a comb, soldiers like a sieve, officials like a razor."
Douluo Continent was roughly at the same level as the ancient era of Mo Lin's previous life, and the situation was exactly the same.
Mo Lin had found numerous records in Gengxin City's historical archives of officers allowing their troops to seize grain. The most recent case had been only a few decades ago. If someone else handled the aftermath, they might even massacre an entire city!
Therefore, Mo Lin had little energy left to concern himself with Spirit Hall's affairs.
"Xue, you came all the way to Spirit City this time because you had something else to discuss, didn't you?" After analyzing Spirit Hall's internal factions for Qian Renxue, Mo Lin still felt that she had not