The third year since the establishment of the Vine Tribe, January 6th.
When Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch returned to the Vine Tribe, six days had already passed since the snow and ice began melting.
The snow and ice had almost completely melted, leaving only a few patches lingering in the forest's sunless, perpetually damp areas.
"Screech!"
A giant eagle soared over the Vine Tribe, letting out a piercing screech. Its mood was evidently just as excited to be back at the Vine Tribe.
"The leader is back!"
On the ground, a sharp-eyed warrior from the Vine Tribe spotted Jiang Xuan on the back of the giant eagle and immediately shouted excitedly.
Subsequently, more people rushed out of their bamboo huts, cheering in waves.
Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch had been away for a month, causing many to worry, fearing something might have happened to them.
Now that Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch were back safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xuan and the Old Witch are back."
