"Please follow me, sir!" The Heavenly Roc Tribe youth said respectfully after Han Li finished inspecting the giant city in the distance.
Han Li nodded, and with a flap of his wings, followed the youth to the nearest giant pillar.
On the way, the youth proactively explained:
"Be careful, sir. Do not stray too far from the heavenly pillar. Only within fifty zhang around the pillar will you not be affected by the city's restrictive formations, allowing entry and exit from the Holy City. The Heavenly Roc restriction of this city is famous among the seventy-two tribes. As long as this restriction is in place, it can withstand several times the number of enemies. From the ancient times, our tribe has repeatedly escaped extermination using this very protection."
The youth's words were filled with pride.