Despite being composed of simple buildings, the Ancient Clan’s territory was enormous.

James and Yoan’s lodgings were arranged in an independent courtyard.

Meanwhile, Quintina left to report to her elders.

Many mountains could be seen behind the village.

A few buildings stood on the mountain peaks.

Those qualified to stay in these mountains were prominent figures within the Ancient Clan.

Her father was meditating in seclusion. As the Ancient Clan’s Elder, Thoryn Gideon was in charge of the clan’s affairs.

Quintina ascended the mountain where Thoryn cultivated.

A bearded man in his 70s sat on top of the mountain, playing with a cricket.

“Elder Thoryn.” Quintina greeted him from afar.

“Quintina.” Thoryn glanced at her, and picked up the cricket.

Thoryn remained seated on the ground. He looked at Quintina approaching and asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Quintina looked at the slovenly elder with a helpless expression, saying, “It’s nothing serious. It’s regarding t