The second ring is the territory of affiliated tribes.
All tribes survive by relying on the Nine Great Divine Races, with mansions densely packed, frequent exchanges, diverse and thriving atmospheres, hiding many intersecting forces—a buffer zone between the core and the outskirts.
Beyond the third ring is the activity range for foreign tribes. It is a place where all kinds gather, a hub for information flow, and an excellent hiding place for those lurking.
Hui He's figure is hidden in a dilapidated loft in the third ring.
He wears a gray robe, blending into the surroundings, his aura restrained to the utmost, akin to a stone that has been silent for ages.
His gaze pierces through the gaps in the loft, firmly locked in the direction of the core heartland, a hint of sinister patience flashing in his eyes.
"Bright Heart Hall."
"The core of the Crimson Divine Race's core." Hui He murmured softly, his fingertips rubbing a pitch-black venomous thorn in his palm.
