The eleventh year of the Vine Tribe, the first day of February, Black Water Swamp.
"Splash..."
On the black waters, Qing Ye stood on the back of a giant crocodile, holding a stone spear in hand, observing the surroundings with bated breath.
No one was around her, no one to follow or assist.
Ever since the incident with the Black Snake Tribe, the Hunting Team leader's dislike for Qing Ye had become blatant, and others in the team avoided her like the plague; no one hunted with her.
But Qing Ye did not care, because she knew that the likes and dislikes of the Hunting Team leader, or even the Tribe Leader, meant nothing to her.
In the Crocodile Tribe, what truly decided her fate was the Crocodile God and the Witch!
The Crocodile God was high above, indifferent to small grudges among the tribe members, but the Witch was different. The Witch decided all major and minor matters within the tribe, from war to marriages and funerals.
