The winding and twisting mountain valley was surrounded by a Desolate Ancient Forest, with the rumbling roars of dangerous beasts occasionally echoing from the rolling mountain range in the distance. Watchtowers, built from Qing Stone, were situated on the steep cliffs that encircled the valley. Solid but rough, they were extremely durable. At every hazardous point on the cliffs, huge bows stood erect, pointing outwards from the valley. Iron arrows, gleaming with a dark light, were tautly drawn back by beast tendons as thick as an infant's arm, and the tensioning sound could be heard from time to time.
Large, dead, interlaced vines hung like a heavenly ladder from the steep cliffs, giving the dangling tribespeople a lifeline as they climbed. Fearless in the face of gusty winds while hundreds of feet high in the air, they climbed with nimble body and quick hands and feet, carrying either a War Bow on their back or a bamboo basket in hand, yet not one of them fell.