Lin Mo nodded and said flatly, "Speak."
Cold sweat streamed down the wolf demon's body. After thinking for a long while, he cautiously said, "I think I've heard the name White-Spirit Immortal Crane before, but I don't know his identity or origins, nor do I know whether he's on Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain."
"If you insist on an answer, my lord, I can only suggest trying your luck with the Eagle-Fighting Tribe..."
"As for the corpse you mentioned, I truly know nothing about it."
"But if you go to the Divine Deer Tribe and find High Priest Lin Yang, perhaps he might know something."
The wolf demon's words left Lin Mo utterly bewildered. He frowned. "The Eagle-Fighting Tribe? The Divine Deer Tribe?"
"Does this Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain have several rival strongholds?"
The wolf demon hurriedly nodded emphatically. "The entire territory of Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain belongs to our Demon Race."
"Some weaker tribes, along with lone demons who have no clans or kin, live around the mountain range."
"Within Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain itself, four great tribes hold one another in check: the Eagle-Fighting Tribe, the Divine Deer Tribe, the War Bear Tribe, and our Red Wolf Tribe."
"From the foot of the mountain here to the middle of its slopes, everything belongs to our Red Wolf Tribe."
"Our Red Wolf Tribe is extremely hostile to outsiders, and our chief, Lord Lang Wei, hates the Human Race to his very bones. You must never trespass on his territory."
Lin Mo nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin as he sank into contemplation.
He hadn't expected the situation on Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain to be far more complicated than he had imagined.
Still, greater complexity wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
With rival strongholds and distinct factions scheming against one another, fighting both