Back when Fang Yun had claimed the Bloodmang Realm for himself, many great families had opposed him. This time, the forces led by the Zong Family launched a full counterattack to prevent him from becoming the Lord of Ten Cold.
Mountain Bearer bobbed his head, constantly surveying the Sacred Academy as he waited for Fang Yun.
Fang Yun stood where he was and thought for a moment before seeing through the reasons behind it all. He currently held no formal title in the Ten Cold Ancient Land, so the Six Second Saint Families had simply asked the Sacred Academy to confer one on him, cementing his position as the Lord of Ten Cold before anything could change.
Fang Yun did not care too much about the Ten Cold Ancient Land, because he had already emptied out everything the Ice Clan there had accumulated over the years. He kept everything he could use, sent some of what he could not use to the Sacred Academy in exchange for military merit, and would trade the rest with other great families.
Even if the Six Second Saint Families now threw all their efforts into mining the minerals and divine materials of the Ten Cold Ancient Land, what they accumulated over three hundred years would not equal a tenth of what Fang Yun had obtained.
One could say that all the Ice Clan's efforts over countless years had merely sewn a wedding gown for Fang Yun to wear.
The only pity was that the Ten Cold Ancient Land was a typical shattered ancient land. Apart from the Mist Pool, the divine materials it produced were no longer good enough to catch Fang Yun's eye and were better suited to those of lower Literary Ranks or the military. As for the armor and weapons for