Although there was no sun or moon in the mountains and time passed in a blink of an eye, it was already more than twenty days since the ghost night. The Gu Yuan clan had gradually emerged from their grief.
At the moment, the tribe was bustling with people, with thousands of them coming in and out of the towering city gate. Some were in groups of three to five, and some were in groups of ten, rushing into the Great Wasteland, either carrying heavy blood food on their backs or marching into the tribe with smiles on their faces, the stench of blood on them was intense.
Minor monkeys constantly ran and yelled in the tribe, their innocent smiles appeared on their faces, making the tribe feel worried about their resilience.
