In the early morning, at the Gu Yuan Tribe, everything was solemn. The usual tranquility and harmony were gone.
In the central hall of the tribe, the atmosphere was as heavy as a mountain hanging over everyone's head. It seemed like it could crush everyone present at any moment.
Tick-tock!
As time went by, in the hall, even some of the more cowardly people were still sweating profusely, their sweat droplets falling to the ground, splashing up small droplets of water.
The three elders of the Gu Yuan Tribe, the commanders of the guardian clan soldiers, and the stewards of the tribe all sat there with grave expressions, silent and lost in thought.
