At the Northern Royal Court, a large circle of people knelt around the Khan's tent.
Wang Linchi, on the other hand, was engrossed in books, etching every detail about Shamans and Demon Gods into his mind.
The airship charged, undeterred by the threat of the Steam Air Cannon, and upon reaching their doorstep, the Khan promptly surrendered.
"My lord," Li Zheng approached and said, "we have finished the count."
"Parcel up the Khan and his family and send them to the Capital. Leave everyone else here to begin dealing with the other tribes. Within a month, all the Hu Lu tribes should be under our control."
"As for me, I'll sit and hold the Imperial Court for now."
At this moment, Wang Linchi, who had obtained a wealth of books, naturally had no intention of leaving. The rest mattered little to him. It made more sense for him to stop for now. He wasn't intending to chase after victories; what he needed was knowledge, not wealth. Gold and jewels were meaningless to him.
