In the Northern Wilderness, outside the Fallen Immortal Forest, there stands a beautiful mountain.
At the mountain's peak, countless wooden huts built from animal skins and trees stand closely together. These huts are covered with green leaves, resembling a sea of green when viewed from afar.
At this moment, in the most majestic hut at the center, a group of men, bare-chested and wearing animal skin shorts, are dancing gracefully.
Various mountain delicacies are placed on the stone tables on both sides. The cooking methods are rather rough, lacking in appearance and aroma, only the taste is acceptable.
"Miss, why did you agree to that Yun Li? Hmmph, I think she's obviously up to no good, surely there's a hmmm... trap!"
Liu Su, while chewing on a burnt black cloud chicken wing, quietly said to Qiu Zhihe.
