Fortunate was the Green Hill to cast loyal souls, and white bones lay hidden to express loyalty. A parcel of land became the burial ground for generations of the Gu Yuan Tribe's people to rest after passing away. The modest Soul Mount of Loyalty was the witness of eight hundred years of the Gu Yuan Tribe's existence.
Some women were humming softly, and some tribespeople were sighing. In the vast wilderness, they had witnessed countless births and deaths, but these events still filled their hearts with heaviness. Was it the cruelty of time, or the brutality of the great wilderness? Life would eventually wither. Sometimes, however, it was the indelible mark of existence that remained.
