After the snow melts, the clan can resume hunting in Disordered Burial Mountain, and with the blood wine brewed in winter, there's no need to worry too much.

Night fell, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

In the ancestral hall, Ethan Chen performed his routine worship of the Sacred Tree but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he paced back and forth, contemplating the matters of the clan.

It would take another two days for the snow to completely melt, but the clan needed to start preparing in advance.