When night fell, the Gu Yuan Tribe, having undergone the day's wave of life and death departures, quieted down. Faint sobs could still be heard coming from some direction within the tribal settlement. Aside from the patrolling War Soldiers, only a few scattered lights shimmered in the darkness.
At this moment, the top of the massive stone tower in the tribe's center, dozens of feet high, was brightly lit. Inside the Great Hall sat only a few people – Xiao Chen, who sat in the chief's seat, the Grand Elder Tie Wen, and Elder Xiao Tan, among others. The atmosphere within the hall was somewhat stifling, and no one spoke.
Finally, after a significant pause, Xiao Chen broke the silence. After several hours of recuperation, Xiao Chen's injuries hadn't completely healed, but the damage from the medicinal effects had all been mended. With a few days rest, he would be able to recuperate fully.
"Grand Elder, did anything significant happen while I was away?"
