On the outskirts of the Vine Tribe, a bamboo hut had appeared, home to a mysterious old man and a fearsome giant eagle.
Initially, the people of the tribe were not quite accustomed to it and were quite fearful of the giant eagle.
After some time, they discovered that the mysterious old man was quite kind, and the giant eagle would not attack people indiscriminately, so they slowly accepted the presence of the old man and the giant eagle.
August 15th.
"Chew…chew chew…"
By the small stream, Nan Xing practiced blowing the bone whistle continuously. He had now learned how to use the bone whistle to mimic bird calls and occasionally managed to get the birds in the trees to call back.
He then tried to use the bone whistle to mimic the call of a deer, but the sound from the bone whistle was always a bit off, making him feel somewhat frustrated.
"After blowing for so long, it's still not working."
