The Fuxi Tribe lay about two days' journey from the current settlement of Jiang Yang's Jiang Tribe.
Although the place where Jiang Yang had slain the Nine-Headed Serpent was also beside Jiang Water, it was no closer to the tribe's current settlement than it was to the Fuxi Tribe.
Two days later.
Jiang Yang and his party finally reached the Fuxi Tribe.
Everywhere they looked, desolation met their eyes.
Half the settlement had been destroyed, and many wounded remained within it. From time to time, the sobs of children whose parents had died rang out.
His expression heavy with grief, Jiang Yang led the tribal warriors behind him into this once-thriving, now-ruined settlement.
As they made their way through the settlement, they kept encountering people they had once known. Most wore grief-stricken expressions, their heads bowed.
When he reached the tribal chief's tent, Jiang Yang lifted the hide flap and stepped inside, where he saw a handsome young man talking with several elders.
At the sight of Jiang Yang approaching, joy appeared on all their faces, but their expressions soon grew somber.
Jiang Yang himself was the Fuxi Tribe's strongest warrior, and his arrival gave everyone considerably more confidence in the coming war against Kuafu's tribe of giants.
But what troubled them was that Jiang Yang's father had died in the war, and they found it hard to give him an account.
Seeing their expressions, Jiang Yang naturally guessed what they were thinking.
He smiled and said.
"Fuxi (Yellow Bear Clan), Great Shaman Zhu, I, Jiang, have come only to avenge my father and bring my mother back with me."
"I wish to know where my father was buried. I will pay my respects."
Seeing that Jiang Yang's expression was normal, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The Ninth Generation