"Who in blazes are you?!" the club-wielding Demonic Cultivator barked. "This is Obsidian Stone Sect's territory. Strays are not welcome!"
Jared ignored him. He looked instead at the fallen beast race cultivator and the woman crouched beside him, both trembling beneath bruises.
"Are either of you hurt?" His voice softened, a steady hand extended through the dust.
The woman lifted her head. For a heartbeat, astonishment outshone her fear, no one defied the sect out here.
"W-We're okay... Thank you, sir..." Her words wavered, yet urgency flared behind them. "But please, leave now! These people from Obsidian Stone Sect are merciless. They'll tear you apart!"
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