Five years later, the Fengyan Tribe.
Mother Hua Xu, intent on nurturing Pao Qi as the successor, had started requiring Pao Qi to attend the tribe's major council meetings two years prior.
On this day, the sun shone brightly and autumn was brimming with crisp air.
Fu Xi was standing next to his grandmother, listening to the elders of the clan continually recounting the various affairs of the tribe during this period.
"Leader, in this period of time, two more small tribes have come to our Fengyan Tribe. The population of our Fengyan people is growing daily. Every household has reached the point where they are barely able to fend off hunger," an elder with a white beard pondered for a long time before speaking up.
Pao Qi, who had been standing behind Hua Xu, was startled and said: "Aren't the hunters of the tribe laboring from sunrise to sunset? How could we be so hard-pressed?"
