Formless Ancient Race, Ancestral Vein Secret Realm...
Outside the oiled paper window, the shadows of trees swayed wildly in the sudden summer rain, while inside, a never-extinguishing Demon Beast Oil Lamp emitted a soft glow, casting both long and short shadows over the various objects in the room.
Song Yan sat by the oil lamp, contemplating three things in his mind.
First, the map.
Strictly speaking, Lu Kingdom does not fall within the territory of the Formless Ancient Race. The closest of the Fifteen Kingdoms to it is the West Extremity Ancient Country.
Only a narrow mountainous corridor, no more than a few dozen miles long, separates Lu Kingdom and the West Extremity Ancient Country. Because Lu Kingdom is devoid of Profound Qi, the West Extremity Ancient Country has almost never regarded it as part of their territory, not even when the emperor of the ancient country levies tributes do they bother with Lu Kingdom, let alone the sects of the West Extremity Ancient Country.
