The sun rises in the east, and countless human tribes in the Great Wasteland start their day's labor. However, this busy scene does not appear within the Gu Yuan Tribe. Sparse figures dot the streets, and even some children sneakily peep from the cracks of doors, wanting to run out onto the street to play. But barely having extended a leg outside, they are caught by their ears and dragged back by the women behind them.
The gates of the Gu Yuan Tribe are tightly shut at the moment. On the city tower, a fully-armed war soldier stands behind every alternate crenel. Not just that, atop the city wall, giant crossbows are filled with arrows like porcupines. Patrols of war soldiers come and go periodically, filling the entire city with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.