For the next two full days, Wei Yuan had nothing to do, King Ying’s troops had nothing to do, and the border army continued to scavenge for scraps.

There weren’t many left.

All three parties had turned a blind eye to the treasure troves at the center of the hunting grounds. Therefore, when 200 bare-bottomed men wandered to the area, they were pleasantly surprised to discover that two treasure troves were still intact.

As for their 50 skirmish cavalry, they had died silently at the hands of the Liao amid the chaos of the previous days, their armor and clothing now worn by others.

In the main hall of the field camp, the King of Jin kept his eyes cast down. He still refused to declare that the autumn hunt was over, and as long as he remained still, no one else could move.

Fortunately, everyone here was a cultivator....