Everyone moved together toward the tribe, gradually entering it. They saw the tents standing in an orderly fashion, each one like a giant blossom on the grassland, gently swaying in the breeze.
Wisps of smoke rose softly, dancing gracefully in the light wind, adding a touch of tranquil livelihood to the tribe.
The n and won, young and old, of the tribe, hearing of Shi Feiyang's arrival, stread out of their tents one after another, surrounding them.
Everyone's eyes were filled with curiosity and respect, their gazes like twinkling stars gathered upon Shi Feiyang and his group, as if they were heroes descended from the heavens. The clan leader Dangxin, burly and strong like a towering hill, with a full beard adding to his rugged and bold deanor, was clearly a battle-hardened, dignified man.
He personally stepped out of the tent to greet them, striding forward with great vigor, extending his wide, powerful hands, covered in calluses, to shake Shi Feiyang's hand firmly. His voice was sonorous like a bell, resonating all around: "Hero Shi, your renowned na is like drinking fine wine; it is our tribe's blessing to see you in person today! Your visit this ti is sure to bring new vitality and hope to our tribe."
Shi Feiyang replied with a smile, "The leader is too kind. I am rely soone wandering the Jianghu, seeking peace and justice in the world. To be received so warmly by your tribe fills with gratitude. Should there be any need for my services in the future, I will certainly give my all."
At this mont, Dangxin's son, Lirak, agile and swift like a galloping steed across the grassland, full of energy, approached.
He stepped forward, bowed to Shi Feiyang, and with eyes full of admiration, said, "I am Lirak, I have heard of Hero Shi's great deeds for a long ti; eting you today is truly a stroke of fortune."
Dangxin's daughter, Gugela, only eighteen, in the pri of her youth, sweet and charming, like a blossoming flower on the prairie, bright and dazzling. She wore long riding boots, accentuating her graceful figure, her long legs straight and slender, becoming more alluring under the prairie attire. She also bowed slightly, saluting Shi Feiyang, with respect in her gaze for the young hero from Central Earth, while a trace of curiosity and goodwill was faintly discernible. She softly said, "I am Gugela, a humble greeting to Hero Shi."
After all, the heroic deeds of Shi Feiyang rising in Liaodong a few years ago had already spread like spring wind to the distant Lindan Tribe, making countless people yearn for and admire him.
Shi Feiyang looked solemn, cupping his fists together with both hands, slightly bowing, exuding humility in his deanor, then nodding lightly, his steady presence reassuring like Mount Tai.
The crowd entered the tent in single file, and the arrangent inside was uniquely prairie in style, rich with exotic charm.
Colorful animal hides hung all around, embroidered with mysterious and ancient totems, flickering in the unsteady candlelight, those totems seed alive, looming with a rustic and enigmatic air, telling the legendary stories of the tribe's past.
A vast, long table was set in the center of the tent, laden with a lavish feast. A roast whole lamb, golden all over, seed to be edged with sunlight, its crispy skin ready to crackle at the lightest touch, while the fats sizzled happily in the simring embers, the tempting aroma like an invisible hand instantly capturing everyone's taste buds.
Fine wine was served in exquisite leather pouches, its fragrance wafting like a gentle breeze, perating the entire tent, lending the air a slight intoxication. The floor was laid with thick fleeces, soft and warm, stepping on it felt like treading on fluffy clouds, as if entering a quiet and comfortable little world.
Following the strict and traditional etiquette of the prairie, everyone sat in an orderly manner around the long table, those of esteed status sat at the head, with others arranged in descending order, the sequence perfectly kept.
The warriors of the tribe wore leather armor with golden edges, the armor glistening a cold light under the candle, scimitars hung at their waists, their blades gleaming and chilly as if ready to drink blood at any mont.
They appeared bold and majestic, their eyes showing fearless courage, fully displaying the dashing spirit of prairie n.
The won, in contrast, wore brightly colored robes, the robes gently swaying like blooming flowers in the wind.
They wore exquisite headpieces, the jewels and gems on them clinking together, producing clear and delightful sounds.
The won wore smiles and spoke softly, adding a touch of warmth and softness to the tent.
Everyone indulged in the food while conversing enthusiastically, laughter and cheerful voices mingled, echoing throughout the tent, creating a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.
Gugela wore a vibrant red robe, embroidered with clouds as white as snow and galloping horses, vivid and lifelike.
A belt studded with glittering gemstones encircled her waist, the belt like a river of stars in the night sky, further accentuating her graceful figure, like a dazzling flower blooming on the prairie.
She sat in a corner of the tent, her gaze fixed on Shi Feiyang from the mont he stepped into the tent, like a magnet drawn, never leaving for an instant.
In this vast prairie, n are largely admired for their rugged and bold nature. A person as handso and charming as Shi Feiyang is indeed a rarity, like the horns of a phoenix.
For many years, Gugela had heard innurable heroic tales of Shi Feiyang, her heart already filled with deep admiration and intense curiosity for him.
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