After crossing the river, he arrived at the border of the North.
Aaron rode Little Yu, swiftly traversing mountains and ridges as they journeyed.
The further north he went, the more chaotic he found the place.
There were mountain bandits, horse thieves, displaced thieves, and even things like shamans and witches performing blood sacrifices to mountain gods and river lords—countless incidents grew more and more frequent.
According to what he heard along the way, the Central Plains had faced a severe drought for three years, and the Government Office's relief efforts were ineffective, with many counties already having displaced populations.
Even the Lulin heroes were breaking into rich families' estates, setting up flags, and arrogantly roaming the mountain forests.
However, no one had yet openly called for rebellion, allowing the Da Song Court to maintain a facade of peace.
"So it seems... great chaos will ensue within a decade?"