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As darkness gradually dissipated, a few stars could be faintly seen in the night sky.

Fan Tong and the purple-haired youth lay on the ground, covered in blood, their breathing weak.

All around was silent, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects.

After an unknown amount of time, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps.

Several patrolmen dressed in animal skins came into view, holding torches and looking around warily.

When they saw Fan Tong and the purple-haired youth lying on the ground, their expressions changed drastically.

"Quickly, go and call the clan chief and elders!" a patrolman shouted urgently, his voice filled with obvious tension and unease.

The other patrolman immediately nodded and ran off.

The remaining patrolmen quickly surrounded them and carefully helped Fan Tong and the purple-haired youth to their feet.

Fan Tong's face was covered in blood, his eyes were closed, but he still revealed a hint of unwavering determination.

The purple-haired youth was in a more serious condition; blood was constantly seeping from multiple wounds on his body, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"They're both badly injured and need to be taken back for treatment immediately!" a patrolman said, his voice filled with worry.

The group lifted the two people together and quickly headed towards the tribe.

At the entrance to the tribe, the lights were on, and people poured out after hearing the news, their faces filled with tension and anxiety.

The girl in white stood in the crowd, her eyes anxiously scanning her surroundings. When she saw Fan Tong being carried in, her heart sank, and she almost burst into tears.

"Make way, make way!" The old man with the green beard appeared in front of the crowd. He stepped forward and carefully examined the injuries of Fan Tong and the purple-haired youth.

His brows were furrowed.

"Their injuries are too severe and they need immediate treatment," the old man with the blue beard said in a deep voice, then gestured to the patrolmen to settle the two men inside the tent.

He quickly took out several medications from his medicine kit and began treating the two men's wounds.

The girl in white stood to one side, biting her lower lip tightly, her hands nervously twisting together.

Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart. The old man with the green beard said while he was busy, "It's fortunate that you found them in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Elder, will they... be alright?" The girl in white asked, her voice trembling, tears welling in her eyes.

The old man with the green beard stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, and looked at her: "Their vitality is very strong, but their injuries are too severe. They need a very precious herb to be completely cured."

"What herb?" the girl in white asked eagerly, her voice filled with anticipation.

“That is the ‘Dawn Grass,’ which grows deep in the valley. It is extremely rare and very difficult to harvest.” The old man with the green beard sighed, his expression solemn. “Without it, we cannot guarantee their safety.”

The girl in white's eyes hardened, and she said without hesitation, "Then I'll go."

The old man with the green beard and the surrounding tribe members all looked surprised. Some tried to dissuade her, saying, "This is too dangerous. You won't be able to come back alone!"

But the girl in white shook her head resolutely, her eyes more determined than ever before: "I've made up my mind."

She turned and stepped out of the tent, leaving behind a resolute statement: "I will bring back the Dawn Grass, Fan Tong, you wait for me." The white-clad girl's decision was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

Ignoring the advice of the old man with the green beard and her clansmen, her eyes burned with an unwavering determination.

The moonlight shone on her slender figure, casting a long shadow, much like her state of mind at that moment—both lonely and resolute.

She took a deep breath. The air was filled with the scent of earth and grass. This familiar yet unfamiliar smell made her more determined to move forward.

She strode forward without hesitation and stepped into the forest entrance. The tall trees, like menacing beasts, cast dappled shadows in the darkness.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, which rustled underfoot, as if whispering an ominous omens.

She could feel a chill creeping up her skin; it wasn't just a simple cold, but a sense of oppression from an unknown danger.

She tightened her grip on the dagger, which an old woman had given her before she left. The warm touch of the hilt made her feel slightly at ease.

The trees grew denser and denser, almost completely blocking out the sky. Only occasional moonlight pierced through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting eerie patches of light on the ground.

The roars of various wild beasts echoed through the forest from time to time, sharp and deep, rising and falling like a symphony of death.

The girl in white forced herself to ignore the voices. She gritted her teeth and kept walking, thinking only of the Dawn Grass that could save Fan Tong.

Suddenly, her feet lost their footing, and she plummeted downwards, the wind whistling in her ears.

In the instant of her fall, she instinctively reached out her arm and grabbed a thick vine tightly, leaving her body suspended in mid-air.

She could feel the pain of her palms rubbing against the vines, and the tingling and numbness in her arms, but she didn't let go. She gritted her teeth and climbed upwards little by little. She couldn't give up; for Fan Tong's sake, she had to live.

Just as the girl in white was struggling with the danger, Fan Tong, who was unconscious, frowned. He felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and a strong sense of crisis made his fingertips tremble slightly.

He could almost hear the white-clad girl's calls, so faint, so anxious.

In another tent, the purple-haired youth also struggled to open his eyes. He heard the whispers of the crowd, felt the pain of his friends, and the worry in his heart made him struggle to regain consciousness.

In the heart of the tribe, a bonfire blazed, illuminating the worried faces on the ground.

They formed a circle and silently prayed for the girl in white, praying that she would return safely and bring back the life-saving Dawn Grass.

A tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air as they silently gazed towards the forest.

The girl in white finally climbed onto the trap. Ignoring the pain and mud on her body, she continued her arduous journey through the dark forest.

The moonlight shone on her slender figure, casting a long shadow, much like her state of mind at that moment—both lonely and resolute.

She took a deep breath. The air was filled with the scent of earth and grass. This familiar yet unfamiliar smell made her more determined to move forward.

She finally arrived at the depths of the valley, where the surroundings were eerily quiet, and she could only hear her own breathing.

She slowly crouched down, carefully searching for the Morning Light Grass.

Just when she was about to give up, a pale green blade of grass flashed before her eyes.

Her heart raced as she carefully parted the blades of grass, revealing the Morning Light Grass that emitted a faint glow.

She quickly put the herbs into her bosom and turned to rush back to the tribe.

Upon returning to the tribe, the old man with the green beard was already waiting for them.

He took the herbs and quickly began making the potion.

Inside the tent, Fan Tong and the purple-haired youth's breathing gradually stabilized, and the old man with the green beard's medicine began to take effect.

The girl in white clenched her fists tightly to the side.

Finally, Fan Tong slowly opened his eyes and saw the white-clad girl with teary eyes.

The two embraced tightly, and the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers.

To prevent similar dark forces from reappearing, Fan Tong began training young warriors in the tribe.

He passed on his combat experience to them, and the young warriors constantly challenged Fan Tong's limits. Fan Tong also saw the hope of the tribe in them.

At a tribal celebration, Fan Tong was elected as the new leader of the tribe.

He stood on the high platform, looking at the prosperous scene of the tribe, with a girl in white and a young man with purple hair standing beside him.

But Fan Tong saw that a new danger seemed to be approaching in the distance, and his expression became serious.

He clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "A new challenge has arrived."