In the seventh winter since the founding of the Mang Tribe, a major earthquake occurred, and minor earthquakes happened frequently, lasting for nearly two months.
This winter filled with disasters and hardships, many tribes struggled to survive, except for the Vine Tribe.
However, time always passes, and winter won't last forever. When the sun shines upon the earth again and snow and ice begin to melt, all the hardships come to an end.
Unconsciously, the eighth year since the founding of the Mang Tribe arrived, ushered in by the gentle sunlight.
"Rustle..."
Melting ice fell from the trees in the courtyard, hitting the head of Black Wind Rhinoceros Crescent, who was about to go for a stroll. Crescent shook its head and snorted two bursts of white steam discontentedly from its nostrils.
"Ee..."
Shortly after, a bird's call resonated in the sky, a gigantic purple Fierce Bird descended from above, dropping a prey into Jiang Xuan's courtyard.
"Squeak..."
