A round of red sun leapt from the horizon and climbed up, dispelling the black curtain of the vast sky. Daylight broke, and the endless desert reflected a golden brilliance. On the desert, countless people got up, looking at the rising red sun in the east, gazing at the golden light. It was as if they saw hope, saw the future. The hearts that had been worried all night calmed down, and the solemn expressions gradually gained some peace and hope.
Luo Zheng looked at the newly risen sun, and his restless heart inexplicably calmed down. The battle last night had cost them heavily; half of the Forgotten Tribe's armed forces were lost, and many civilians were also casualties. Luo Zheng was relieved that his brothers only suffered about twenty minor injuries, which were not a big problem after bandaging.
