The tribe of Medicine Cultivation was not far from the city.
The mountains were clear, the waters were showy, white clouds were drifting, and the air was filled with a thick scent of medicinal herbs.
"We're here. We have to cross the city to reach the homeland of our Medicine Cultivation Tribe," said Medicine Song, pointing towards a city.
Chu Yuan looked over. To reach the Medicine Cultivation Tribe's territory, one had to pass through a long valley.
The city was situated right at the exit of the canyon and a large crowd had gathered there, all dressed differently, clearly coming from various clans.
"Hmph, these clans buy our divine herbs at prices many times lower than in the outside world. Our painstakingly cultivated divine herbs were all taken away by them," Medicine Song said with disgust while looking at the people from the various clans. "As for this city, it is nothing but a prison that confines us."
"The Medicine Cultivation Tribe..."
