Three years passed in the blink of an eye. The mist over Northern Boundary Mountain was about to disperse, and the battle for the Chosen was set to begin. The outskirts of the North Snow Tribe were still in ruins, but the central area near the North Snow Tower had been gradually rebuilt. Members of smaller tribes had even joined them, showing signs of a revival.
As the former site of a Main Vein Tribe, the North Snow Tribe occupied an excellent location. They had also reaped a great many Treasures of Heaven and Earth from the West Ice Tribe, which naturally attracted members from other, smaller tribes.
The principle was simple: even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.
Jiang Qiu didn't interfere much with the integration of new tribe members, leaving most decisions to [Hunt]. After all, he was busy with the Refinement of the ancestral inheritance from the East Shore Tribe.
