The Black Tiger Mountain Range, located in the western part of the Tianyuan Realm, stretches for more than tens of thousands of miles, the Black Tiger Tribe has lived here for generations.
Deep within the mountain range, a vast estate, two men and a woman sat around a bluish tea table, sipping tea and chatting leisurely.
"The battle at the front is intense! Taoist Friend Bi and Taoist Friend Tong are both seriously injured, and I heard the priest from the Green Crane Tribe was slain by a Human Cultivator."
A ruddy-faced elder in golden robes frowned as he spoke.
For more than sixty years, the Human Clan and the Tianyuan Tribe fought, and more than a hundred Nascent Soul Cultivators perished combined.
As time passed, the casualties grew.
"They say there are more than ten Soul Transformation Cultivators among the Human Clan. Our Tianyuan Tribe has no shortage of them either, victory is only a matter of time," a slim man in green robes said.
"Speaking of which, we..."
