Early morning.
Golden dawn, bright and thorough, as the thin mist slowly dissolves.
Wisp by wisp, sunlight falls upon Xi Qi, refracted by dewdrops on the city walls into a rainbow-hued metropolis.
Before the broad divine temple in the city, a large group of solemn-faced men and women of the Zhou Clan line up in neat ranks, slowly advancing.
Leading them is a tall and valorous elderly man, holding the hand of a little boy about six or seven years old.
The boy is named Ji Chang.
The elderly man leading him is his grandfather, and also the patriarch of the entire Zhou Tribe, or perhaps one could call him the monarch!
Despite his youth, Ji Chang's eyes are bright and spirited, his face, like the others, carries a solemn air.
