Someone Always Gets Carried Away in the Fight

The banquet lasted until deep into the night.

These young people, who had already spent several years honing themselves in Ice-Snow Mountain City, were clearly no longer as green as fledglings fresh from the nest.

After truly taking charge of groups of people across various regions, they had more or less developed the talents of junior leaders. Whether they would shine after returning to Starfire remained to be seen, but keeping in check and controlling a group of Zhucheng citizens who had only just emerged from ignorance should pose no problem at all.

Ye Xiu knew Ice-Snow Mountain City's current problems like the back of his hand. At the root of it all, the Zhucheng people, having moved beyond merely filling their bellies, had begun to feel dissatisfied.

That was perfectly normal. Back when they had struggled to survive amid fragmentation, a peaceful corner to settle in had been enough to satisfy them. But now that the situation was gradually stabilizing, there were by no means few who still remembered the glory of the royal clan.

Though civilization in the Snow Mountain Range had been crude at the time, the sense of freedom that came from doing as one pleased was often enough to intoxicate people.

What was more, out of personal distaste, this batch of Starfire youths, beginning with Fu Ling, had tacitly and strictly sealed off the paths of advancement. No matter how well they advertised the benefits of citizenship afterward, if people were not allowed to taste any real sweetness, how could they possibly be kept satisfied for long by nothing more than an empty promise?

"So now, we need to loosen some of their seals."

Ye Xiu tapped the table. Before him sat a group of Starfire cultivators, all neat and proper.

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