A Home for Both the Brave and the Cowardly

"Make way. Why are you blocking the path?"

A numb-faced member of the Zhucheng Clan stepped forward, only to be blocked by someone ahead. He frowned as he looked at the other's noticeably thinner wings.

Even though he was smeared with mud and the wings on his back were folded together in a crisscross, their sizes were still clearly worlds apart.

Unlike the Human Race's outward rank divisions, the beast tribes had their own more detailed internal hierarchy. They relied on their innate special organs to display the amount of extraordinary energy they had acquired and could wield. The Zhucheng Tribe's wings were the symbol of their tribe's status.

In the past, a clansman with wings as large as his would have been treated with courtesy even by the royal-blooded families within the tribe. Yet this scrawny brat dared to block his way. Even if he killed him, no one would dare say a word.

At that thought, the Zhucheng clansman subconsciously clenched his fist, and the wings behind him shifted as though they were about to spread open.

But the next second, he felt several gazes settle upon him.

Those cold glints converged on his vital points, as if they would execute him the instant he made any improper move.

"Tch."

His clenched fist loosened, and his wings curled back in tighter.

The cold wind sweeping around them had long ceased to be as frigid as it had been back in the tribe, yet in this warmer environment, the restraints imposed upon them far surpassed anything from the past.

Within Ice-Snow Mountain City, everything had to be done according to the rules—and the ones who made those rules were the Human Race he had once despised most.

The enormous disparity coiled in his heart like insects tearing at his