The child led Feng Feiyun and Formless to their chief’s residence.

The chief was a gray-haired old man who used to be the strongest warrior in the tribe. Alas, he had trouble walking right now but this didn’t diminish his enthusiastic hospitality: “The cellar has the finest fruit wines, dozens of jars too, drink as much as you want.”

He told someone to open the stone door, letting a cold wind out.

The cellar was actually a cave by a cliff with two stone slabs added as the entrance. This cooled the wine and made it even better.

Feiyun and Formless’ expression changed after entering. They noticed that this cellar was special.

Their goal wasn’t to drink but rather to find the mysteries hidden in this tribe.

“Oh? There are runes carved...