The Crow Tribe and the Jackal Tribe were busy feuding with each other, but neither could destroy the other.
Meanwhile, the Vine Tribe gained a period of relative stability, which allowed them to focus on developing their community and strengthening their capabilities.
Peaceful days always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, several months have gone by.
September 5th.
Vine Tribe, Altar.
"Moo..."
Five young wild oxen were tightly bound and placed on the altar, where they cried out in panic and confusion.
Chi Shao stood in the center of the altar, using ancient, cryptic incantations to pray to the Vine God for the taming of these young oxen.
"Buzz!"
On Stone Mountain, the Divine Vine emitted a green glow, with tendrils hanging down from the mountain to quickly envelop the young oxen.
Before long, the young oxen stopped their frantic cries.
