Gu Yuan Tribe.
The setting sun blazed like fire, light smoke curled through the air, and the smell of meat wafted throughout the tribe. The ancient walls of the tribe, which had been eroding for hundreds of years, shone smooth as a mirror in the light of the sunset. There were spots of black on it, the traces of dried blood that had become one with the mountain wall.
At this moment, in a corner of the tribe, there was a vacant area, spanning hundreds of acres. As one approached, they could hear the humming sound of vibrating bowstrings. Nearly a hundred tribe people of the Gu Yuan tribe were practicing their archery skills in this field. They were all young people around the same age, teenagers of the tribe. They were gathered around a big, muscular man with a great bow on his back.
