With the help of the Solune Tribe, most tribes including the Mountain tribe had survived the winter without any problems with food. Three days later, the Mountain Tribe's leader, Linma, had finally woken up. High Elder Zhubao was so happy to see his old friend survive his calamity. It didn't take awhile for Zhubao to successfully convince this old friend of his to relocate his tribe and allied it to their Solune Tribe. The Mountain Tribe had moved their territory at the Northeast forest where the sea is the nearest.
The trade exchange between the Solune and Mountain Tribes continues. As months pass by, the lives within the primitive world resume to normal. Winter season is now coming to an end. Three months had already passed and everyone could now see a bulge on Xuebao's stomach. Everyone, especially Meizhou and the elders of the tribe, were especially joyful seeing this. They couldn't wait for their most precious son, grandson and heir to come out.
