In the land of Beirong.
On an open field, tens of thousands of the Quanrong Clan gathered, initiating the grand celebration that occurred once every decade.
The Quanrong Clan was, in fact, a race with a strong sense of hierarchy; when walking down the street, from ordinary dogs to the head dogs, unto the Dog King himself, distinct circles of status were immediately apparent.
Most crucial was the moment of enjoying food, where only the Dog Kings could eat first, followed by the head dogs, and then the ordinary dogs.
In such a primitive social structure, the power to distribute food was almost equivalent to the power to decide life and death.
Huang Xie and Er Ha, who roamed outside the tribe, found these rules somewhat hard to adapt to.
Especially when they saw a little puppy get beaten up by an enraged big dog for sneaking a bite beforehand, they felt even more uncomfortable.
After much noise and tumult, the highlight of the event had finally arrived.
