I have the face of a great demon.

"What is that?" Tie Zhu asked in confusion, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Liu Xingchen strained his eyes to look carefully and said, "I think that might be a village. We've walked for so long, and finally we see a glimmer of hope."

Tie Zhu also stood up and said excitedly, "Really? Let's go take a look right away!"

The two quickly packed their things and headed towards the dark dots in the distance. As they drew closer, the dots gradually became clearer, revealing themselves to be a small village.

The village is small, but it has about a dozen simple wooden houses with thick snow on the roofs, which look particularly cozy.

"We've finally found them!" Tie Zhu said excitedly, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement.

The two quickened their pace and headed towards the village.

Although this icy plain is desolate, there is hope wherever there are people.

Liu Xingchen arrived at a wooden house in the village and gently knocked on the door.

The door of the wooden house creaked open, and a tall man stood in the doorway. He was burly, with a cold expression on his face and a hint of wariness in his eyes.

"Who are you? This isn't a place you can just come into." The man's tone was somewhat cold. He looked Liu Xingchen up and down, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

Liu Xingchen smiled slightly and said, "We are cultivators passing through here. We have encountered some trouble and hope to rest here for a while."

The man frowned and said, "Outsiders are not welcome here. You'd better leave quickly."

Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu, who was standing behind him, showed a hint of displeasure on his face. He said loudly, "Is this how you people treat your guests?"

Upon hearing Tie Zhu's words, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. He scrutinized Tie Zhu carefully, then his attitude suddenly changed. A smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Brother... ah, please come in, please come in!"

Liu Xingchen and Tie Zhu exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat puzzled.

Tie Zhu said in a low voice, "Brother Xingchen, why has this person suddenly become so enthusiastic?"

Liu Xingchen smiled slightly and said, "Let's see first."

The two followed the man into the wooden house, which was warm and cozy inside, a stark contrast to the cold outside.

There were a few people sitting in the room. When they saw Tiezhu come in, they all stood up and showed warm smiles on their faces.

"Please sit down, please sit down. It's too cold outside. Come in and warm up." The man warmly invited the two to sit down, then turned to prepare hot tea.

Liu Xingchen carefully examined the people in the room and found that they were all very tall and somewhat similar to Tie Zhu.

Their muscles are well-defined, and they all look very strong, as if they were born to fight.

Liu Xingchen's heart skipped a beat, and he suspected that these people might be Tie Zhu's clansmen.

Tiezhu was adopted and his background is unknown. Meeting these people today may help to unravel the mystery of Tiezhu's origins.

So Liu Xingchen asked, "Where is this? Who are you people?"

An old man replied, "This is the camp of the witch tribe."

Both Liu Xingchen and Tie Zhu were shocked when they heard the words "Witch Clan".

The Witch Clan is an ancient and mysterious race, known for their powerful physiques and enigmatic witchcraft.

The descendants of the Wu tribe are usually physically strong, and they live together in villages.

Tie Zhu was tall and muscular, and now he looked very similar to the characteristics of the Wu tribe.

The old man's eyes lit up with surprise when he saw Tie Zhu's appearance. He said, "Young man, you look a lot like us. Perhaps you really are one of our people. How did you get here?"

Tie Zhu scratched his head and said, "I'm not quite sure either. I was adopted and never knew my background. Meeting you all today, I feel like we might have some kind of connection."

The old man nodded and said, "Members of the Witch Clan typically possess powerful physical bodies and unique magical abilities. Have you discovered any special abilities of yours?"

Tie Zhu thought for a moment and said, "I am very strong and have a strong ability to recover. In addition, I can eat spiritual herbs directly, which can increase my cultivation level."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed with joy, and he said, "These are indeed the characteristics of the Witch Clan, and you are a pure-blooded Witch Clan member at that. You are one of our people. Welcome back to the Witch Clan's camp."

Liu Xingchen was also overjoyed. He said, "Tiezhu, it seems we really have found your people. This is wonderful!"

Tie Zhu nodded, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes, and said, "Yes, I've always wanted to know about my background, and today I finally have a clue. By the way, old man, do you know who my parents are?"

Tiezhu took out a wooden plaque from his pocket; it was the only keepsake his mother had left him.

The wooden plaque was made of exceptionally hard material and had a strange symbol engraved on it. He never understood it, but he always treasured it.

He handed the wooden plaque to the old man and said, "This was left to me by my mother. I have never known its origin. Perhaps you can tell me."

The old man took the wooden plaque, a flicker of shock crossing his eyes. His hands trembled as he carefully examined the symbols on the plaque, his voice trembling with excitement: "This...this is..."

"What is this?" Tie Zhu looked bewildered, filled with doubt as he watched the old man's excited expression.

Liu Xingchen was also completely baffled. He asked in a low voice, "Old sir, what's so special about this wooden plaque?"

The old man held the wooden plaque, a tear glistening in his eye, his voice trembling slightly: "Heaven has eyes, you've finally returned."

Tie Zhu and Liu Xingchen exchanged a glance, their doubts growing.

Tie Zhu asked anxiously, "Old man, can you tell me what's going on?"

The old man took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said, "I am the current patriarch of the Witch Clan, Wu Xueren. This wooden plaque belongs to the late patriarch, Wu Cangting. The symbol on it is the emblem of our Wu Cangting."

Tie Zhu was stunned, and so was Liu Xingchen. He had always thought that Tie Zhu was a member of the Wu Clan, but he never expected that he was not an ordinary member of the Wu Clan, but the son of the Wu Clan Chief.

Tiezhu was overjoyed to learn about his origins, but the clan chief's words that his father had passed away saddened him, and he anxiously asked, "Then where is my mother?"

“She has gone with your father,” the old clan chief sighed.

Tie Zhu's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions: "Clan leader... could you tell me what kind of people my parents were? How... how did they..."

The clan chief glanced at Tie Zhu and said, "Alright, but before that, I must confirm your identity one last time."

The old patriarch gazed at Tie Zhu's resolute face, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Child, I will tell you these past events naturally. But before that..."

He paused, his expression turning serious. "I need to confirm your identity one last time."

"Confirm identity?" Tie Zhu frowned in confusion. "How do we confirm it?"