At the top of the tribal stone tower, a green figure stood against the wind, watching the fading light in the depths of the Great Wasteland, his eyes resolute.
Below the stone tower, within the tribe, all the tribal people had resumed their usual routine. Groups of warriors were gathering at the city gate, preparing to venture into the Great Wasteland to hunt for food. Meanwhile, the women hurriedly moved along the newly constructed Qing Shi Road, carrying rough tools and chunks of meat, busy with their tasks.
Some young toddlers ran out of their homes like they were crazy, playing chase on the streets, while kids around ten years old looked at the Blue Stone Courtyard on the hill in the distance with envy before they hurriedly headed towards the martial arts venue. They were at the age for martial arts initiation, and there are specialized warriors in the tribe to teach them.
