"Oh? Who?"

"People of the Nosir tribe."

Nan Tieshan sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes: "Well... the Nosier tribe..."

"I've heard of this race. They live in the snow-capped mountains of Andachir all year round. They don't care about worldly affairs, and all of them are very powerful. They are all born warriors. According to legend, some people have encountered them in the mountains, but they all came back dead in the end.

...Well, I haven't seen where they are, and I don't know how to find them..."

"I know where they are."

The woman who had been silent for a long time spoke three concise sentences, and each sentence contained more information. Not only Duan Qing turned around in surprise, but even Nan Tieshan squinted his eyes with an inexplicable look.

Looking at her: "You know?"

The woman did not answer any more, but expressed her attitude with silence.

"In that case..." Condensing his secret pride, Nan Tieshan patted Duan Qing on the shoulder: "Well, don't worry, I will protect you up the mountain and help you complete your mission! No.

Is it Falling Star Mountain? It’s like a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire to those who come back from the dead, but to me, it’s definitely a piece of cake! Hahahaha!”
Chapter completed!