"The people from the tribe are here to meet us." Shuang turned around and shouted excitedly to the people from the Huangguo Tribe behind him. At that moment, a few people from the trade team could no longer contain their excitement and ran out to greet the approaching people with shouts. Shuang and the others also quickened their pace, smiles on their faces.
The people from the Huangguo Tribe behind them seemed much more spirited. Their faces lit up with delight and amazement that they couldn’t hide. The few leaders who were ahead quickly met with the newcomers.
"Divine Child got worried when we didn’t return, so he sent the chief with others to meet us." The cold wind on Mao’s face couldn’t mask his excitement; he shook Shuang’s hand, saying, his voice trembling with a mix of emotions—joy, pride, and gratitude.
Shuang’s eyes reddened, but he didn’t say anything; he just laughed quietly, his previous worries vanishing instantly, leaving only joy and peace. After a while, their older brother and the others caught up with their baggage.
The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, meeting in victory, were all excitedly talking. The joyful, trusting, and warm atmosphere made the cold winter wind seem less intimidating and harsh.
The leader of the Huangguo Tribe watched this scene with disbelief. The people of this tribe indeed came out to meet them in such cold weather. And they left so quickly, seemingly before even the rescuers could return. This tribe is unique; living in such a place brings peace of mind.
Watching the Senior Brothers coming forward, the leader of the Huangguo Tribe felt a mix of emotions—somewhat relieved, somewhat fortunate. It was a good thing he hadn’t taken action in the cave before; if he had, even if he could have killed the people of the trade team, his own tribe’s people might not have survived, for these new arrivals would indeed seek revenge for the fallen.
The people of Huangguo Tribe looked at this scene with a sense of peace and a little envy. This indescribable yet desirable feeling was something they never experienced in their original tribe. But this envy gradually faded as they remembered—they were now part of this tribe.
Sitting on the sled, Huangguo’s eyes were wide with amazement as she looked at the sled beneath her, filled with surprise and disbelief. She had thought the people from the tribe would only bring some large pots and maybe sit on them, but who could have imagined they would bring something far more comfortable than broken pots? And not just one, but many—allowing all the weak among them to take a seat.
Now, everyone in the tribe could enjoy such porridge until they were full. What kind of tribe is this?
A group of people stepped on the snow and marched proudly towards the distant Green Sparrow Tribe, feeling both joy and reassurance.
"Welcome back, welcome back!" As the sun set the next day, the high walls of the Green Sparrow Tribe saw the returning team, and immediately, excited shouts rang out, spreading this joyful news to others in the tribe. After a few such calls, there was a sudden pause—a puzzled murmur.
Always holding onto the news, Han Cheng, who came out, noticed the change in the man, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat—was there an accident?"
"What’s wrong? Are there fewer people coming back?" This question slipped out of Han Cheng’s mouth because it was his biggest worry and the most likely scenario. After asking, he quickly climbed up the ladder.
"No, there are more people." The voice from the person on the wall came, hesitant and uncertain.
Halfway up the ladder, Han Cheng was stunned—how could there be more people?
After a moment of confusion, with a puzzled expression, Han Cheng hurriedly climbed up the wall and looked towards the western side of the tribe. It was the middle of the day, with the sun breaking through the clouds, now completely angled westward, its light almost gone, casting the last rays onto the snow, dazzling it.
In this bright light, a long line of people approached the tribe. Due to the backlight, their faces were not visible, leaving only shadows. At the front of the group, two flags—one large and one small—fluttering in the wind.
The group was much larger, surpassing the sixty people of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Squinting his eyes for a moment, Han Cheng was still at a loss, unable to understand what had happened.
"Divine Child, we’re back!" "Divine Child, we’re back!" "Divine Child, we’re back!" More and more people heard the news within the Green Sparrow Tribe, running out from warm houses or straight out of their courtyards towards the direction of Shuang, Mao, and others returning to welcome the returning tribespeople.
Looking at the familiar tall walls and the people on them, and the tribespeople running out to welcome them, Shuang, Mao, and the others from the trade team, who had gone through hardships, finally returning, couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. It was like a child who had traveled far, endured many hardships, and finally returned home.
Someone, not sure who started the chant, and the emotionally charged members of the trade team followed suit, shouting with all their might. The sound had a strong, infectious power, prompting the older brother and others who greeted them to join in the loud cheer. The voices were resonant and surprisingly harmonious.
The increasingly loud voices, accompanied by the people approaching the tribe, echoed one after another like rolling spring thunder across the sky, akin to a drumbeat sounding for a military formation. All other sounds seemed to disappear at this moment, leaving only "Divine Child, we’re back!" spreading out in all directions.
The people from the Huangguo Tribe, following behind, listened to this uplifting cheer, looking at the high, wall-like cave, and were all frozen in place. They didn’t understand what these people were shouting about, but they could feel some of the emotion and power in those shouts.
Such a tribe, such an awe-inspiring scene in the world—it left the people of the Huangguo Tribe stunned.