「The next morning.」
The heavy rain had stopped and the dark clouds had scattered, leaving a fresh crispness in the air.
For the first time in a long while, the sun rose, casting rainbows across the Leran Grassland that hung in the sky like bridges of light.
At that moment, under Fang Yang's orders, Lin Keyi, Fang Duanhai, and the others were hurrying back and forth.
They reported the status of each of the major tribes to Fang Yang, one by one.
"Commander, everything is ready."
Lin Keyi's expression was calm. "Heh, I just wonder how many people will die along the way during this migration."
As soon as she brought it up, the generals in the command tent were moved to speak.
In an instant, a heated discussion erupted.
"The year before last, when we moved here, two unranked tribes were wiped out for various reasons, and three Bronze Tribes were demoted to unranked status."
