Time passed quickly. When the sun was setting toward the western mountains, and the Fury Wind River was dyed in red and orange, Ye Qing finally returned from his errand.0

“Here you go.” Ye Qing waved his hand and caused a pile of sacks to appear on the ground. “It was surprisingly difficult trying to gather these things.”0

He was understating it. For one, Fury Wind River wasn’t suitable for living or farming, so even the closest town was at least tens of kilometers away from the rivershore. Two, the towns were all small and filled with poor people who couldn’t even feed themselves satisfactorily, much less own a stock of surplus grain that was at least a year old. They couldn’t give him what he wanted even if he was the wealthiest man in the world.0

In the end, he had to travel a long distance and visit over a dozen...0