The ninth year of the establishment of the Vine Tribe, June 19th.
"Wooo..."
The loud sound of horns resounded from the Feiyu River, spreading throughout the entire Vine Tribe.
At this moment, the pier on the Feiyu River was bustling with noise, as over a thousand tribal warriors from the Vine Tribe bid farewell to their families, then boarded the large ships that had long been moored by the riverbank, carrying their weapons and luggage.
By the largest ship, Jiang Xuan, Chi Shao, Gou Teng, Nan Xing, and others gathered around Shi Qiu, their eyes filled with concern and reluctance.
Shi Qiu had a beast horn bow slung across his shoulder, polished to a sleek shine, a quiver on his back, along with some regular weapons and luggage.
This time, heading to the Central South Wilderness, since there were quite a few warriors and various tasks were quite complex, it was not feasible for Jing Jie to lead alone. Hence, Jiang Xuan chose the steady and reliable Shi Qiu to accompany him.
