The next morning, Ye Fan followed the South Witch Queen's tribal army as they marched through the Great Witch Mountain Range, the ancestral home of the Witch Clan.
The Great Witch Mountain Range was incredibly majestic. Each mountain was a towering, solitary peak, unconnected to any other. As Ye Fan took in the spectacular landscape, he felt as if he could survey the heavens and the earth.
By then, the South Witch Queen had finished gathering her forces. This time, she had summoned more than four hundred people. The Witch Clan had few warriors to begin with, as most of its members were ordinary folk. The South Witch Tribe itself possessed only about seven hundred fighters. With three hundred needed to guard their home, the four hundred she had gathered were the absolute limit they could mobilize.
At that moment, Ye Fan turned to Shangguan Qiuyue. "Qiuyue, you should go back."
