Sangui Yilande.
The ancient Battle God Temple was buried in the mountain covered with white snow.
Rivers flowed out from the valleys and basins at the foot of the mountain, meandering along, with a scattering of settlements on both banks.
These places with lush water and grass had attracted many Zanluo People to settle during times of war, and after several instances of looting and destruction had slowly recovered, eventually reaching a delicate balance.
The refugees needed to live, the fugitives and thieves who holed up in the ruins of the old temple needed food, and the boss behind the scenes needed enough people to cover their plans.
Thus, the three parties struck a deal.
If outsiders were to come here, they might even mistake it for some large tribe.
Just a few minutes ago, some farmers working in the fields suddenly noticed the ground beneath their feet trembling slightly.
"Another earthquake?"
They looked up towards the direction of the snowy mountains.
