Everyone moved together toward the tribe, gradually entering it. They saw the tents standing in an orderly fashion, each one like a giant blossom on the grassland, gently swaying in the breeze.
Wisps of smoke rose softly, dancing gracefully in the light wind, adding a touch of tranquil livelihood to the tribe.
The men and women, young and old, of the tribe, hearing of Shi Feiyang's arrival, streamed out of their tents one after another, surrounding them.
Everyone's eyes were filled with curiosity and respect, their gazes like twinkling stars gathered upon Shi Feiyang and his group, as if they were heroes descended from the heavens. The clan leader Dangxin, burly and strong like a towering hill, with a full beard adding to his rugged and bold demeanor, was clearly a battle-hardened, dignified man.
