Today we share a drink to celebrate our achievements, vowing to never rest until the foreign tribe is defeated. With fortitude and courage, we spill our azure blood and let it stain the vault of heaven!
The moon hung high above the ancient Gu Yuan Tribe, which had just weathered a series of brutal battles. The tension that had been pervasive slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of jubilation amongst the tribe, a joy born from survival. After enduring several battles, brave warriors bled azure blood, their sacrifices bought peace for the survivors.
Without a doubt, this was a day of unity and celebration for the Gu Yuan Tribe. Barrels of fine liquor, previously treasured and stored deep underground, were unearthly for the celebration. Ferocious beasts bred by the tribe were hung over the roaring fire; their enormous bodies were roasted golden, oozing fat that dropped constantly, spreading a rich, tantalizing aroma far and wide.
