To Jiang Feng's surprise, he ran into his lifesaving benefactor at this very moment.
This man turned out to be the cavalry commander who had once led a squad into Nether Valley, rescued him from there, and sent him to the Black Mountain Tribe.
Jiang Feng had not expected the other man to remember him.
But if he had known about the heavenly phenomenon that had accompanied Jiang Feng's descent into Nether Valley, he would not have been surprised.
For a newly ascended god to ascend into Nether Valley was itself something beyond imagination.
Under normal circumstances, those ascending from a World God's Immortal Sacred Realm to the God Realm would receive the World God's guidance and ascend to their side. Even those from abandoned Immortal Sacred Realms would be guided by the Heavenly Dao; they would never ascend to a place as deadly to newly ascended gods as Nether Valley.
It was precisely because of this that the cavalry commander remembered Jiang Feng so vividly, clearly recalling both the incident and Jiang Feng's appearance.
Thus, Jiang Feng was invited into the fortress.
From the outside, the fortress appeared to be nothing more than a high wall. Yet within that wall, which stretched for dozens of kilometers and stood a hundred meters tall, lay a world of its own.
The soldiers stationed at the fortress all lived within its towering walls.
Independent barracks, training grounds, beast pens for raising Earth Howlers, and blacksmith shops for forging weapons and armor—everything was there.
Rather than a fortress, it was more like a small city.
Jiang Feng thought to himself that it would be wonderful if he could develop the Black Mountain Tribe to such a scale.
The leopard-headed general was clearly quite interested in Jiang Feng as well.
After a round of