Dawn arrived, and once again, the Gu Yuan Tribe was bathed in sunlight. Rays of light spread across the earth, yet they failed to dispel the slight touch of fear in the tribe members' hearts. Despite the sunlight filling every corner of the tribe, it still wasn't able to provide any warmth.
Another sleepless night passed. Standing atop the Tribe Stone Tower, Xiao Chen faced the breeze, standing straight until daybreak. But he gained nothing. The Ghost Tribe disappeared without a trace after their attack on the old War Soldier and his grandson. Despite Xiao Chen's best efforts to perceive their whereabouts, he found nothing.
The Ghost Tribe's rampage sent the Gu Yuan Tribe into chaos. There was no sign of the usual hustle and bustle under the morning sun. Even the children that used to run and tumble on the Blue Stone Street had been kept inside by their mothers. In their place were the Guardian Clan Soldiers continuously patrolling the tribe streets.