While they had all sought refuge under the tree, it was evident that everyone from the Five Elements Clan was gripped by fear. Their apprehension was unmistakable, as they were genuinely concerned about the potential wrath of the heavens.
Nonetheless, their unease proved to be short-lived.
The rain ceased promptly, without any mishaps. No one got drenched; they had all escaped the downpour unscathed.
To a certain extent, the clansmen began to see merit in the Tribe Chief's decision.
The man who had earlier spoken up in favor of the Tribe Chief felt a sense of relief.
When he had spoken up, it had been somewhat of a gamble. However, he hadn't anticipated that the outcome would be so favorable.
Had the Tribe Chief genuinely undergone a transformation due to the Moco Clan's incident? Had she truly taken on the mantle of responsibility as Tribe Chief?
After the rain, it was time to resume packing.
