The midday sun hung suspended in the cloudless sky. Mr Crow stood at the edge of a cliff, leaning his head and cawing from time to time. Ji Hao was standing under Mr Crow's wing, silently looking down at the vast and boundless Southern Wasteland jungle.
This area used to belong to the Bi Fang Clan... but now, it had become the Gold Crow Clan's new hunting ground.
Large groups of people from newly formed branch clans of the Gold Crow Clan were happily working in the jungle. They cut down trees to build houses, exploit the mountain, built up fence walls, dug up soils and spread seeds, and constructed farms to raise large-scale animals as food supply. Everyone had been so busy.
Every newly formed branch clan had only one to two thousand people, and among these people, the percentage of elderly men, young men, and women were fixed.