Feral Mountain Realm
On the Stonehorn Bull Mountain, inside the Stone Hall, the heavy smell of Earth Wine filled the air.
Golden Horn sat cross-legged on the stone floor, his massive body swaying slightly as he drank, his mouth constantly blabbering about the glorious past and mighty future of the Stonehorn Bull Tribe.
Ethan, however, wasn't listening.
His gaze was calm on the surface, but his mind was in turmoil.
'After losing so many Golden Core Realm Cultivators, no one would simply give up on exploring the Azure Serpent Realm.'
His expression slowly grew serious as he continued thinking about the recent system notification that appeared in his head.
'On the contrary… it would only fuel their greed. Heavenly treasures, ancient inheritances, mysterious artifacts—those people would convince themselves that something extraordinary is hidden there.'
