A grand gathering at the Witch Gu Holy Land! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

The Witch Gu Holy Land was not the sort of hidden sect withdrawn from the mortal world that most people imagined. It was more like a place of inheritance founded by the powerful members of a tribe who had gathered together. Its core lay hidden atop a lofty peak encircled by mountains.

On the surrounding mountains, rows of two-story wooden houses stretched from the summits down to the mountainsides. Even a rough count revealed no fewer than a thousand on each peak.

Along the streets at the foot of the mountains, wooden tables had been joined end to end like a long dragon with no end in sight. Old and young alike, dressed in clothing rich with tribal character, sat facing one another, chatting with happy smiles on their faces.

As soon as Li Chen and his two companions arrived, their outsiders' clothing stood out glaringly, even amid the bustling streets.

"They're eating... insects? Can you even eat those?" Following behind Li Chen, Daoist Yangci caught sight of a child at a nearby long table stuffing a fried scorpion slightly larger than his own arm into his mouth. He could not help swallowing.

At his words, Zhu Zhuying immediately looked closely at the long tables as well. Every plate on them was filled with insects.

Bee pupae, cicada pupae, grasshoppers, scorpions, centipedes-there were countless varieties of insects, most of which Zhu Zhuying had never even seen.

In particular, the looks of enjoyment on the faces of the elderly and children as they stuffed the insects into their mouths made Zhu Zhuying, as a woman, break out in goosebumps.

Li Chen's expression remained calm. He felt no discomfort, only a little surprise.

The Heavenly Strategy Empire was vast, and every region had its own distinctive food culture. Indeed, many regions within