Upon remembering his Dragon Shark Flying Ship, Huang Xiaolong’s unease reduced slightly. If they travel with the Dragon Shark Flying Ship, it would only take a month or two at the most.

Another day passed.

With Feng Yaozhong leading in front, Huang Xiaolong finally reached where the Barbaric Wind Tribe lived.

As Feng Yaozhong’s home was located in one of the five biggest Barbarians’ settlements, it was bustling and noisy all the time—noisier and busier than Huang Xiaolong had imagined.

Though they were called settlements, in truth, it looked more like a cluster of old cities. Small old cities, less than one-tenth the size of the Brimming Snow City, where Huang Xiaolong had once stayed. The walls showed the vicissitudes of time. Clearly, these walls had seen a lot.

Feng Yaozhong led Huang Xiaolong, Jiang Hong, and the rest into one of the cities. 

“Big Brother Feng!”

“Yaozhong!”

“Uncle Yaozhong!”

Once they...