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After flying across the desolate expanses of the prairie for several months, signs of human habitation finally began to appear.
It seemed to be a place called the Tahe Tribe, with more than a thousand people.
Herds of cattle and sheep, slave herdsmen, chieftains, warriors, felt tents scattered throughout the tribe like buns, and the lingering smell of cattle and sheep droppings in the air.
Everything was the same as on the Black Snow Prairie; everyone followed the same mode of production, a nomadic economy.
The only difference lay in their weapons.
Jiang Ding's Divine Sense swept across the area, and he was surprised to find that all the warriors and herdsmen here carried swords: iron swords, bronze swords, poor herdsmen with pointed bamboo and wooden swords, even sharp stone swords.
Apart from swords, there were no other weapons.
