C73 Thousand Tempering Hundred Refining

Nestled between the ridges of the Qinglong Mountain Range stood a cluster of towering tents, a veritable sea of canvas that spanned hundreds across strategic terrain. The area bristled with defensive measures, a clear sign of a mercenary stronghold.

At the heart of this encampment, a large flag billowed, emblazoned with a blood-red palm print that struck fear into the hearts of all who saw it