At Xiao Chen's command, figures swiftly disappeared from the Great Hall. Moments later, Xiao Chen stepped down from the main seat and strolled towards the outside of the hall. The dawn sky still has a hint of darkness; the curtain of night was yet to be completely lifted.
Xiao Chen's eyes were lively, sparkling like two bright stars in the boundless darkness. The top of the Stone Tower was as if in broad daylight. His ears twitched slightly as if catching every movement within the tribe.
At this moment, the Centurions and other managers of the tribe had begun to execute his orders. The hurried sounds echoed in every corner of the tribe as groups of figures dashed up and down the tribal streets.
