Abandoning the Past, the Clan's Extinction

Zhao inexplicably felt unsettled.

Three days had passed since that day's recruitment.

The Zhucheng Clan citizen he had regarded as an obstacle to his rise had vanished for several days. In his place, the Starfire cultivators, who had previously appeared and disappeared like dragons, had taken over the supervision of internal production.

Most of those human youths wore gentle smiles, yet the contempt in their eyes was utterly undisguised.

If they were unlucky enough to run into one of the more extreme ones, those people would even find ways to torment them.

Noisy commotion came from nearby, followed by the whistle of something slicing through the air. Once the disturbance grew louder, it quickly fell silent again.

Those clansmen had started making a fuss again.

Zhao tightly shut his eyes, trying to keep his thoughts from being affected as much as possible.

The outward expansion had swiftly encountered battle—or rather, the exotic beasts in the outer Snow Mountain Range had long since set their sights on the increasingly prosperous Ice-Snow Mountain City.

Both sides consisted mainly of Zhucheng clansmen, yet when they met, neither showed the slightest mercy. Every blow was aimed to kill.

Many Zhucheng clansmen within the city believed this was deliberately provoking internal conflict. They had clearly been clansmen who could unite, yet because of the instigation of those Starfire people, they had no choice but to turn their blades against one another.

This group continuously called for an end to the infighting, insisting that they should not raise a hand against their own kind.

Naturally, this was suppressed from above, forcing them to shift their activities underground in secret.

"What meaning is there in any of this? One side is being played for fools, while the other is still pining for some clan kinship that doesn't