Following Zhang Kun's lead, it didn't take long for the group to arrive at the Qingshui Tribe.
The place was surrounded by rivers on all sides, so ordinary Demon Beasts wouldn't come close easily. Outside the tribe, countless giant logs sharpened to a point had been placed, leaning outward.
Anyone could tell this setup was meant to keep Demon Beasts at bay.
The tribe's main gate was built from massive stones, standing over nine feet tall and remarkably sturdy.
Up on the walls, tribe members patrolled nonstop, their vigilance toward the surroundings obvious.
Clearly, the tribe had faced plenty of Demon Beast attacks in the past, so nobody dared let their guard down for an instant.
Zhang Kun led Lin Chang'sheng and the others straight into the settlement.
The locals eyed Lin Chang'sheng, Gu Shan, and Xiaonan with undisguised curiosity.
After all, it had been many years since any outsiders had visited this place.
