One hundred thousand soldiers of the Human Emperor Federation entered through the pass, temporarily intervening by force in the war between the Spirit Hall Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire.
With several million people taken in, the Human Emperor Federation faced a food shortage. After all, its population had tripled in one go. Although Huo Yuhao had forcibly purchased Fasinuo Province, its grain remained in the hands of the empires, the powerful, and even those aristocratic families.
"To think that what troubled me wasn't territory or the difficulty of finding housing... but the most insignificant thing of all... food!"
Huo Yuhao looked at Jin Ruier.
"If we scrimp and save, and buy up all the grain in the province, how long will our food last?"
In fact, even as the Human Emperor, Huo Yuhao did not concern himself with such matters. He only oversaw Soul Tools and the Human Emperor Federation's major decisions.
He had left all these livelihood issues to Jin Ruier.
If Jin Ruier had not reminded him that their food might not be enough, he would never have noticed.
"Twenty days!"
Twenty days. Just twenty short days, nowhere near enough to last until the next crop ripened.
The undead army did not need to eat, but once someone became undead... were they still human?
Huo Yuhao could not cross that moral line. Those who died in battle could become undead-that was a measure born of helplessness-but he was the Human Emperor.
"Will you come with me to the Far North?"
Huo Yuhao looked at Jin Ruier.
Jin Ruier looked at Huo Yuhao in confusion.
"Are you just going to stop caring about this?"
Huo Yuhao slowly stood up.
"No... I have to deal with it. Things must be resolved one step at a time. If we don't