The waning moon hung high in the sky, its feeble light partially obscured by a thin layer of clouds driven by a gentle wind. The entire Great Wasteland was enveloped in the tranquility of the night. After a month of relentless hunting by the Guardian Clan Soldiers, the vicious beasts near the Gu Yuan Tribe had been all but annihilated, providing the tribe with a reserve of blood food. This had made the nights in the Gu Yuan Tribe somewhat quiet, devoid of the roars of beasts under the nighttime sky.
The stone tower at the center of the tribe traced out a vague outline in the soft moonlight. At the peak of the Great Hall, fierce flames burned ferociously, producing a continuous sound of beast oil exploding.
All the Blood Refining Realm Warriors in the tribe were assembled, each sitting respectfully on their stone chairs. Even then, every one of them wore a hint of jubilation on their faces.