In the wilderness of the Southwest was a secluded village, the scene entirely different from the impoverished and desolate landscape that marked the outer regions. Inside the village, exquisitely crafted bamboo and wooden cottages were scattered tastefully amidst birdsong and floral scents, creating the atmosphere of a true Paradise hidden from the world.
This was the stronghold of the Bai Clan, a stronghold little known to the outside world.
Within a magnificent and ancient house, sprawling over a vast area, Bai Li nodded indifferently at the greetings as he strode quickly in from the courtyard.
"What's wrong, Third Brother?" a man with his arms crossed asked, looking at Bai Li. "With that look on your face, did someone refuse to pay you?"
