Half a month later, at daybreak.
The entire tribal mountain city is bustling, numerous tribesmen are shuttling back and forth through the city, wooden buckets made from hundred-year-old bamboo filled with clear water are hauled towards the ancient mountain of the tribe.
Atop the ancient mountain, rampant flames dance wildly from the dark red volcanic mouth. The heat rises as crimson lava swirls, onlookers nearby could feel the scorching breath blowing towards them.
Xiao Chen stands with his hands held behind his, at the mount of the volcano, with Xue Sha and Shi Ya, two Zhong Lou Realm martial artists, following him in the shadows – Shi Ya has been called back by Xiao Chen from the Luo Long Mountain Range outpost.
