Ten days later.
Night, moonless.
Within the Cyan Bird Division, bonfires roared, and the sound of loud laughter echoed constantly.
The smell of blood permeated the surroundings, with bloodstains visible everywhere.
Around the massive bonfires, Xiaoyang Martial Artists were seated.
The passing Xiaoyang people walked upright like humans, their bodies covered in black, spiky hair. When they laughed with bared teeth, bloodstains could be seen on their sharp teeth, appearing extremely savage in the flickering firelight.
In the valley below the Cyan Bird Race's mountain, it was crowded with figures, and the laughter from outside filled many with rage.
However, ropes suddenly fell from above, with hooks on them piercing through the bodies of the furious, dragging them up.
On the rock walls surrounding the valley, not fully-dried blood trickled down.
The Xiaoyang people atop the valley looked down coldly, ready to kill anyone who dared to show their teeth in anger or resentment.
