Several Xuanjing Clan warriors led Lin Bai and Old Wen toward the depths of the clan's mountain range.
"We've arrived. This is our territory—the Xuanjing Mountain Range."
Lin Bai had already learned something about the way Northern Region warriors named things when he was in the Eastern Region.
To escape the wind and snow that raged year-round, most Northern Region warriors would choose a mountain or river as a place to settle and make a living.
Thus, the names of their tribes and clans were usually based on the names of mountain ranges.
This mountain range was called the Xuanjing Mountain Range, so the warriors living within it naturally came to be known as the Xuanjing Clan.
A clan was an organization formed by countless warriors. They came from different lineages and possessed different bloodlines, but to resist the wind and snow of the Northern Region, they united like family, warming and supporting one another as they moved forward.
This was Lin Bai's first time seeing how a Northern Region clan lived. After taking one look, he could not help feeling somewhat unnerved.
Above the Xuanjing Mountain Range was a formation carefully arranged by the clan to block the wind and snow.
Countless buildings stood throughout the mountain range, most of them constructed from stone, with only a small number of wooden houses.
Even the wooden houses were covered in rust-like stains. Their surfaces had already rotted into a pitch-black color, and they even emitted the stench of decaying wood.
Among the buildings made of stone and wood, traces of many warriors moving about could be vaguely seen along the dim streets.
"This is practically a refugee camp." Old Wen swept his gaze around and spoke quietly to Lin Bai, his expression impassive.
Even the Eastern Region's most wretched, most