By the time they returned to the Rabbit Clan, the heavy curtain of night had fully descended, swallowing the last trace of dark red on the horizon.
From a distance, the torches mounted at the clan's entrance resembled a winding fire dragon, tearing a blazing rift through the pitch-black night.
Amidst the dancing flames, the Rabbit Clan's unique totem banners could be vaguely seen snapping loudly in the wind. The crescent moon patterns embroidered on them shimmered with a silvery luster in the firelight.
Ruan Fu let out a long sigh of relief. The exhaustion of the past few days finally had an outlet.
When they finally reached the entrance, the guarding warriors quickly came forward to greet them.
Clad in animal-hide armor, their rabbit ears twitched slightly in the firelight. However, their gazes were surprisingly uniform. Though they were clearly welcoming the group, Ruan Fu felt as if those eyes were glued to her, carrying an indescribable weirdness.
