In the vast, swirling snow, a large contingent of Blue-Hoofed Horses carried the Warriors of the North Snow Tribe northward. Leader Hunt and a host of powerful Warriors were all clad in Black Armor. Even the Warriors of a slightly lower Realm of strength wore substantial Armor and carried Cold Iron Spears in their hands.
They kept a tight rein as they headed north, a palpable killing intent radiating from them, accompanied only by the biting wind.
"Hill, do you know how the Ancestral Ruins came to be?"
Jiang Qiu, who had been focused on their journey, was startled by the Leader's voice. He froze for a moment before turning to look, just in time to see Leader Hunt's stern face bobbing slightly in rhythm with their horses' hooves trampling the snow.
"I heard the Elder Witch Priest talk about it. Apparently, after our ancestors died, the important structures they left behind were all sealed."
