Lin Bai and Fang Dehao slowly walked through the mountains with the herb-gathering party from the Black Mountain Tribe's Ninth Squad. The blood-red setting sun spilled across the Black Mountain Range like blood.
From a distance, Lin Bai saw a sprawling cluster of houses beneath a mountain ahead. Most had been built as wooden houses, while only a few were luxurious palaces.
Following the herb-gathering party as they advanced, Lin Bai entered the Black Mountain Tribe. He saw that every courtyard inside each house had been equipped with a simple herb garden, in which quite a few spirit medicines were planted.
Although the Black Mountain Tribe did not have a huge population, it was not small either. The entire tribe still had around fifty or sixty thousand people. Among the one hundred and eight tribes of Kunxu, it should be considered a rather small tribe.
"The herb-gathering party is back."
"Elder Zhang, how was today's harvest?"
"Judging by the look of your herb-gathering party, today's harvest seems pretty good."
"Huh? Who's this person? He doesn't seem to be a martial artist from our Black Mountain Tribe."
"..."
As the herb-gathering party entered the Black Mountain Tribe, the passing martial artists greeted Fang Dehao one after another. Naturally, some also noticed Lin Bai beside Fang Dehao and cast curious looks his way.
After Fang Dehao responded to these martial artists one by one, he said to Lin Bai, "Brother Dongfang, our tribe is crude and humble. I'm sorry for the spectacle."
Lin Bai shook his head. "It's fine. Although it's crude and humble, it has a feeling of following the natural Great Dao."
Fang Dehao smiled faintly. "Crude is crude. What 'following the natural Great Dao'? Brother Dongfang certainly knows how to speak. Please come with me. After we hand in