Fang Qianyuan understood the Snowmen's predicament as soon as he heard it.
This was indeed a serious problem.
The Snowmen lived in the wilderness, surviving by fishing and hunting.
The entire tribe numbered roughly ten thousand, but only around a thousand could become warriors. Only warriors could join the hunting parties, which the tribe deployed and provisioned to face the fierce Demon Beasts and other prey on the boundless snowfields.
They relied on this method to obtain enough game to feed the entire tribe.
Anyone capable of taking Fang Qianyuan into the mountains and pointing out the way and places rich in spiritual essence would have to be an experienced, high-level warrior-a leader even within a hunting party.
If such a person were absent for several months in a row, an entire small tribe, comprising a dozen or even several dozen households, might go hungry and cold.
Not to mention that entering the mountains carried risks of its own.
Those mountains lay close to the Sacred Mountain. Although the World Lord's subordinate generals frequently swept through the area, all manner of demons, ghosts, monsters, and spirits of heaven and earth still readily arose there. If someone met with disaster inside, rescue would be extremely difficult.
Fang Qianyuan could only nod. "Sorry, I was presumptuous."
The next day, with nothing else to do, Fang Qianyuan released his Wolf Spirits outside the ice city and summoned the Brush Immortal to paint the snowy wilderness.
Some Snowman women and children came out to watch, curious.
Fang Qianyuan commanded a mighty host of sixty Wolf Spirits. Even in a large tribe like this, with an Earth Rank Expert, they were an impressive sight.
Before long, barking rang out throughout the town. The Snowmen's hunting dogs had caught an unfamiliar scent and come running.
"Woo-ho!