In the extreme north it snowed all year long, with nothing but the bitter cold in the air.

In that same roughly hewn cave from before, there were even more people there today. Whether it was men or women, they were wrapped up like thick steaming rice dumplings in hopes of resisting the increasingly cold air. They knelt down on the piercing cold ground, a look of deep respect and reverence in their eyes.

“Lord Sage, please reconsider.” The man who spoke had a large physique. His palms that were placed flat on the ground had thick and sturdy joints popping out of them. His aura was ferocious and resolute.

The frail white-robed Sage didn’t seem as if he sensed the cold chill all around him. He slowly shook his head, a faintly happy expression on his lips. “After laboriously setting up this plan for so many years, we have smoothly started, so how can we give up halfway? To trade this withered body for a new life for the tribe, I feel nothing but joy.”

The large man looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he was stopped by a wave from the...