Ren Ze stopped in his tracks, and Su Shi'er quickly surveyed the situation before him.
His gaze swept across the entrances to the various passageways, briefly pausing on a wall between two of them.
Then he turned to Ren Ze and asked, "Fellow Daoist Ren, where is this place?"
"The Night Clan's territory. Now that we've arrived here, Fellow Daoist Su can rest easy for the time being. Neither the other cultivators of the Hundred Thousand Mines nor the people from Bi Yun Xuan know this place exists."
The corners of Ren Ze's mouth lifted slightly, and he visibly let out a silent breath of relief.
"The Night Clan?" Su Shi'er's eyelids twitched, and the confusion on his face deepened.
"Like the Little Giant of the Barbarian Tribe that Fellow Daoist Su fought earlier, they are also a branch of the human race. The difference is that the Barbarian Tribe lives in bitterly cold and harsh lands. Without an exceptionally powerful physical body, they simply cannot survive."
"As for the origins of the Barbarian Tribe, opinions vary. Some say they are descendants of the ancient giant Kuafu Clan, while others say they are ordinary humans transformed through the passage of countless years."
"But one thing is certain: whether they cultivate or not, members of the Barbarian Tribe temper their Physical Bodies without cease from the day they are born. Some even hunt members of the Demon Race and absorb the essence of their bloodlines to strengthen themselves."
"As for the Night Clan, they are not as mysterious as the Barbarian Tribe. They are a cursed race."
Ren Ze no longer concealed anything and began to explain.
When he mentioned the Night Clan, a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Clearly, he did not know much about them either.
"A cursed