In the temporary Great Camp of the Gu Yuan Tribe, while Xiao Chen was discussing tribal affairs with various elders and centurions, at the far end of the camp, on top of an ancient mountain five hundred feet high.
A round figure, several feet in size, appeared above. Despite the fierce mountain wind, it didn't waver at all. After a while, this round figure stood upright. Its sharp claws easily sliced the giant stone in front of it into powder.
It was a rat. From its small eyes, two rays of yellow light shot out, staring at the Gu Yuan Tribe in the distance with icy coldness.
