October 15th, the snow continued to get thicker. Except for some Warriors, most people stayed indoors, doing the tasks they could manage.
After Jiang Xuan finished drawing the map from the Feiyu River to the Beaver Tribe on the beast skin scroll, he had nothing else to do for the moment.
Thinking that winter had just begun made Jiang Xuan feel a bit depressed.
Staying indoors every day, doing trivial things, did not bring him joy.
"What can one do in winter? The mountains are sealed by snow everywhere."
Jiang Xuan pondered for a long time, then suddenly his eyes lit up, "The Old Witch said that south of Central South Wilderness, it seems there is no snow!"
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan felt a surge of excitement.
Now, with the Vine Tribe surrounded by snow-covered mountains, each tribe would minimize going out, and with a great god stationed there, the Vine Tribe was extremely safe.
In such a situation, whether or not he, the leader, was in the tribe didn't matter much.
