General History Pavilion

"Could this be the power of divine punishment?"

Yang Ming's heart stirred.

The Feather Clan was a race punished by the gods. They lived upon the frigid northern polar ice plains beneath the stars, born with frail constitutions. Only one in ten thousand among them could refine chakra!

In the outside world, they were regarded as a lowly race!

Now, it seemed that was indeed the case. The Feather Clan truly was weak.

Afterward, Yang Ming and Gao Yuan blended into the Feather Clan.

With their strength, this was no difficult task.

The two disguised themselves as master and servant from a fallen noble family and settled down in Feather City.

Yang Ming bore six magatama, just like the Feather Clan, so he did not arouse suspicion and blended in well.

Afterward, Yang Ming experienced their way of life while secretly investigating.

Gradually, Yang Ming began living a life of leaving early and returning late.

During the day, he and Gao Yuan took part in farming and planting. At night, they slipped into the darkness to investigate.

Though the land was frozen and snowbound and the climate bitterly cold, it had no effect on him.

Over the past few days, he had grown familiar with the people around him and learned much about the Feather Clan.

However, none of it was of use to him. In the end, Yang Ming turned his attention to the General History Pavilion.

It contained many records of the Feather Clan's history. It had been built by the Feather Clan's chief for later generations to read, so that the Feather Clan would not vanish into the river of history.

For three days, Yang Ming remained in the General History Pavilion. He had read nearly all the books concerning the Feather Clan.

Today was the last