「On the eve of the rest day.」
A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars shone brilliantly.
The usually peaceful encampment of the White Feathered Eagle tribe was once again filled with a lively clamor.
It turned out that Lu Yao, the White Feathered Eagle, and Seventh Uncle Fang had returned.
Although Fang Yang had been helping them in secret, they had still experienced many life-or-death battles, bathed in blood and fire.
Even now, a grim aura lingered about them, sharp enough to silence a crying child.
Not only had the White Feathered Eagle changed greatly, but even Fang Xuan had shed his immaturity and become far more composed.
Such a great change, all from just a month's separation.
Indeed, as long as one survived, war was a crucible that tempered a person, forcing rapid transformation.
