Central South Wilderness, ancestral land of the Rat Tribe.
This is a forest scorched by fire, with numerous charred marks, collapsed houses overgrown with grass, and underground caves filled with moss.
Hui Shu walked through the ruins, feeling very sad.
The Rat Tribe was once strong and prosperous, but now it is fragmented, without even a fixed residence.
He saw a giant stone, still engraved with the totem pattern of the Rat Tribe, but it had also been damaged, showing signs of burning, smearing, and striking.
Hui Shu stroked the totem pattern, looking at the desolate and ruined tribe, silently clenched his fist.
"If I can succeed in becoming the leader this time..."
Hui Shu did not say the rest, because he knew clearly in his heart that restoring the Rat Tribe to its former glory and strength was almost an impossible task.
The Rat Tribe's Totem God has fallen; without the protection of the Totem God, surviving on this dangerous land is very difficult.
