The Northern Wasteland border was a chaotic place, beacon smoke rising on all sides.
Not only did demons and monsters run rampant, but beyond the Great Wall lay the Candlebreath Empire on the Northern Wasteland plains. Though its relations with Great Yin had gradually improved in recent years, how could such a warlike empire remain peaceful forever?
It was said that during the primordial age, the place where Taihao Sovereign built the Emperor Monument was precisely at the border between the Northern Wasteland and the Eastern Continent.
Many relics from the primordial era still remained there, weathered by time yet enduring through the ages.
How could anyone who had become a Red-Dust Guest grandmaster in the borderlands be an ordinary man? Though Gongsun Huan looked honest and unassuming, he was a grandmaster who had walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
At the Gold-Restraining Palace in the Immortal Market, Xu Yan had accepted an invitation from Gongsun Huan, the chieftain of Liancheng Stronghold, and was drinking and chatting with a group of wandering folk.
Xu Yan had never put on airs. Whether he had practiced martial arts in the army camp as a child or made friends outside with peddlers and common laborers, he had never acted high and mighty.
More than a dozen tables had been set up in a large courtyard within the Gold-Restraining Palace.
Everyone here was a Great Yin citizen from the Northern Wasteland border. Every one of them was dark-skinned, tall, and powerfully built—even the women, who were as fierce as panthers.
Gongsun Huan became especially animated when he drank. He was not drunk, yet his face had flushed crimson. Raising a large bowl, he drained it in one gulp, then looked at Xu Yan and said heartily, "We've heard that not