I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

At dusk, as the Sun set in the west, the Flame Dragon Tribe was once again shrouded in darkness. Everything around was pitch black. Almost simultaneously, the fruit oil lamps throughout the Tribe began lighting up, one by one.

These fruit oil lamps were like stars in the dark night sky. Their flickering made them especially beautiful to watch.

Su Bai returned to the fourth floor, and he stood by the window watching the scene outside.

With the wind growing stronger as night fell, even though there was glass separating him from the environment, he could still hear its howls. The wind was so strong that the distant forest trees all swayed low. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

Since it was nighttime, coupled with the howling wind, those newly lit fruit oil lamps were constantly flickering.

Suddenly, in an instant, all those newly lit fruit oil lamps were extinguished.

In just that one moment, the entire Flame Dragon Tribe became dark again. When looking around, only the fire pits in the rooms were still burning.

"This is definitely something we need to overcome…" Su Bai muttered to himself. [We can’t have the Tribe’s fruit oil lamps going out when the rainy season comes. What’s more, with the rain, even if there is no wind, the fruit oil lamps outside would not be able to stay lit.]

"Shaman, it suddenly became much darker outside…" Yu Ying murmured, pressing against the window.