He looked at Mo Tong, reached out his hand, and gently rubbed Mo Tong's head:
"From now on... Uncle Tiger's share will be entrusted to you."
Upon hearing this, Mo Tong's eyes instantly lit up, he nodded vigorously, and a bright smile blossomed on his face.
The bonfire crackled, reflecting on the young faces sitting around it.
After the lesson ended, Tu Hu held the Fruit Wine, watching Blue Star and the young members of the clan discuss night watch arrangements, observing Mo Tong's focused profile as he continued to organize knowledge.
The flame of civilization, though perhaps faint.
Yet in the hands of this new generation, it was clumsily and resolutely passed on in their own way.
On the long journey that followed, the new generation of Downspirit Clan members grew at an astonishing speed.
Blue Star's judgment became increasingly steady and seasoned, able to make the most reasonable arrangements according to terrain and team status.
