Chicken Neck Mountain—this is the name the generations of primitive people living here have given to this mountain. The reason is simple: the mountain resembles the shape of a chicken's neck.
Chicken Neck Mountain isn't tall and is exceedingly inconspicuous amidst the hundreds of thousands of peaks surrounding it. Yet, at the base of this mountain lies an isolated village completely removed from the outside world.
A collection of dozens of houses built from stone and wood. Everywhere, one could see animal hides drying in the sun, beast bones scattered around, and locals dressed in crude attire made of hides.
"So, this is your village?" Fang Lin followed Da Niu, the girl, and their group to the area, glancing at the village before asking.
The girl nodded silently without saying a word.
Fang Lin chuckled lightly. On the way here, he already knew this girl bore an unusually peculiar name—Tiechui.
