It was already in the deepest period of the night, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the clouds had dissipated. The radiant moonlight blanketed the entire Gu Yuan Tribe, making the earth glisten like water.
Xiao Chen's return dispersed the fear within the tribe, providing them with a backbone once again. At this moment, with the moon hanging above the treetops, the tribal area was exceptionally quiet, with only the Guardian Clan Soldiers patrolling back and forth.
Although the whole tribe had already been shrouded in darkness for a long time, on top of the Stone Tower at the center of the tribe, in the Great Hall, sixteen colossal green stone pillars stood erect, each one burning animal fat in a trough at its top, to serve as lighting in place of candleholders. Amid the bright flames, the entire Great Hall was illuminated as though it were broad daylight.