After soothing and inspiring the youngsters, the elder let them all go to rest.
Alone and sitting under the tree, the elder turned to look at the ancient tree behind him, staring blankly as if waiting for and expecting something.
"Clan Elder." A middle-aged man quietly appeared behind him, his eyes revealing a hidden worry, "This generation's young ones are far from enough, they are still too far from helping our Clan return to the Top of the Mountains."
The elder remained silent for a long time before saying, "Don't be anxious, according to the covenant between our clan and that individual, someone will appear in this era to lead our clan back to its pinnacle."
The middle-aged man showed a bitter smile. It had been ten thousand years. Was this promise really still valid?
But when he thought of the glorious achievements of that existence, the middle-aged man's eyes once again showed reverence.
