Some unknown corner of the West Continent.
Deep within the Gray Mist that never dispersed year-round, an ancient tribe lay hidden.
Rugged stone totem poles stood crookedly embedded in the frozen earth. Wisps of green smoke slipped through the seams of hide tents, only to be swiftly torn apart by the biting cold wind.
On the cliff faces on either side of the gorge, faint murals painted with dark red mineral pigments could be seen.
They recorded the epic wars of a savage and powerful race during its glorious age.
Once she took the first sip, she would keep drinking afterward. She knew she had no tolerance for alcohol, and no one could say what would happen then.
The owner of this turd was obviously constipated. The log was long and hard, as thick as a baby's arm, its surface smeared with dirt and grayish-white in color. The key point was that white color.
Because the total amount of resources within a certain area remained unchanged, lords needed to develop and expand. During that process, the weaker side would inevitably be annexed or destroyed.
Ning Yunyan found the stray cat filthy and instinctively dodged sideways, only for her waist to slam hard into the dining table. The pain instantly brought tears to her eyes.
Xu Ying lightly tapped the ground beneath his feet and landed on the giant snake's back. The great bell followed Xu Ying closely, but it was too slow to keep up with the giant snake, so it simply burrowed into Xu Ying's mind.
At that thought, a glimmer flashed through Ning Nuannuan's almond eyes, and she took the initiative to link her arm through Mu Yunye's.
After pouring a glass of water and handing it over, Qiao An accepted it with a grin, sat up, and