“That’s right. This wasn’t an ordinary monster. According to legend, it was formed from the mountain’s North-South Divine Wind. The Ethereal Sect relied on that monster to dominate half of the Gale Tundra.” The old man sighed. “Our ancestors passed down the story that the foothills of Mount Fengmo used to be rich in yellow jade ginseng. People didn’t need to risk their lives climbing the mountain at all. But once the Wind Demon began stirring trouble, the ginseng gradually vanished. In the end, you could only find the occasional plant high up in the mountains.”0

“And then?”0

“That was all more than four hundred years ago. Later, when Beijia incorporated this land into its territory, the Ethereal Sect naturally refused to accept it. They unleashed the Wind Demon to wreak havoc, and people say that the entire Gale Tundra was nearly left without a single living soul! In the end, the King of Baoshu couldn’t stand it anymore and personally intervened, dispersing the Wind Demon. From then on, the Gale Tundra slowly became what it is today.”1

He Lingchuan asked, “If the Gale Tundra isn’t suitable for living, why didn’t the Ethereal Sect move elsewhere? Why insist on keeping their mountain gate here?”0

“Generations upon generations were rooted here, I suppose. They didn’t...0