Chapter 602 (1/2)

“That’s right.” Zheng Luo nodded, “We can’t do anything about things happening in the desert. We are the first large tribe in the Flaming River region, we shouldn’t mess around with their problems. We stay in our lane.”

The two shamans agreed.

“Another thing,” the shaman continued, “After this winter season, we need to make some changes.”

Shao Xuan knew what the shaman meant by “changes”.

After Wanshi was destroyed, the tribe had been trying to find an opportunity to implement some changes. For the tribe to develop well, they couldn’t continue on with two chiefs and two shamans. With the leadership split into two sides, the tribespeople did feel divided. It wasn’t easy to make any decision under this system too.

For now, the disasters had passed and they decided to settle down here. It was time for a new chief and shaman.

Naturally, Gui Ze was the new shaman. She was already involved in many of the high-level meetings and in these past two years, the two shamans had passed on most of the things they knew to her. They wanted her to experience the last few things by herself.

The new chief was Gui He, this was settled quite early on too.

The two hunt leaders, shamans and chiefs would step back from their positions and become Elders but Shao Xuan would remain as the Grand Elder.

As they were all prepared for this, no one was surprised when the shaman spoke.

“When winter ends and the trading point is open again, I will invite the tribes in the Flaming River region here for them to get to know our new leaders,” said Ao.

This was discussed beforehand too. At the end of the season, they would throw a big banquet and invite representatives from a few tribes. To quote Ao, “let them experience our greatness”.

As the days got colder, the ducks stopped coming out from their sheds. The farms and beasts enclosures were protected and the green-faced fanged beasts once again went into hibernation.

Time flew past them and soon it was the coldest day of the season. It was still snowing.

This was a rather mild winter for the Flaming Horn tribespeople, even the children could step out of their houses without worrying too much about the cold.

In most parts of the river, a layer of ice had formed. The snow piled up on the ice making it seem like the whole mainland was covered in the same white snow.

On the upstream, some distance away from the Flaming Horn tribe, a large beast walked through the snow. It shook its fur, letting the snow on its body fall to the ground and lifted its head up to look forward.

Although it was quite far, the beast could smell food.

Its red tongue licked its fangs.

It moved forward again.

Close.

Closer.

There’s a lot of food in front.

It could even hear the word “food”.