Blackwind Tribe sat on the outskirts of Nine Serpent Mountain, ruled by a beast cultivator who had reached the Earthly Immortal Realm and made a living robbing wandering cultivators.
Jared frowned at the churning haze. "That mist is laced with beastial energy, it may hide illusionary realms.
"Flaxseed nodded. "Beast cultivators love their parlor tricks!"
Since inheriting his ancestors‘ gifts, Flaxseed could feel beastial energy like heat off a forge. He gripped the dagger at his belt.
"Shall we skirt the forest?"
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