The caravan travelled for the whole day, and chose a valley to camp for the night.
The day went pretty good for the caravan as they only came across three small beast groups.
They killed two groups and chased one away. Calculating the losses and the profits they made from killing the beast groups, they had made some profits instead.
The setting sun dyed the clouds with colors; red, orange, grayish red, purple… there were all kinds of colors. The clouds also formed into all kinds of shapes; appearing like a roaring lion one moment, or galloping pegasus the next moment, or a blossoming sea of flowers.
The multicolored sunlight shone upon the valley which resembled a jade-green gem. After the caravan finished all the arrangements for the night, there was a certain area in the caravan that was a cacophony of noises.
"Come, have a look, today's freshly slaughtered beast meat!"
"Buttermilk, fragrant and sweet buttermilk..."
