Ever since Fuxi became the Common Sovereign of the Human Race, the central plaza of the Fengyan Tribe had grown increasingly lively. The market was filled with a dazzling array of goods: fresh fruits and vegetables, exquisite handicrafts, and garments made of various animal skins. Clan members bustled about, the sounds of bargaining and laughter rising and falling in turn. Today the sun shone brightly, casting its warm, golden glow across the land and draping the entire tribe in splendor. Yet, this beautiful day was interrupted by several tribal chieftains arriving in great haste. Their clothes were stained with dust, torn in places to reveal the coarse fabric beneath. Haggard and worn, their eyes filled with exhaustion and anxiety, they hurried through the bustling market. The laughter and cheer of the surrounding clansmen stood in stark contrast to their grim expressions.
"Common Sovereign! We beg an audience with the Common Sovereign!" they called out, standing outside Fuxi's dwelling. Their voices, laced with anxiety and fatigue, echoed through the air and drew the attention of the surrounding clansmen.
Fuxi was inside discussing matters of the Human Race's development with his advisors. Hearing the cries, he immediately set aside his work and strode out. His steps were steady and powerful, his face etched with concern. Seeing the disheveled state of the chieftains, his heart tightened, and he quickly said, "Please, come inside quickly. What has happened?" His voice was…
Chapter 171