While Jared remained in seclusion, the Tribunal Venerable arrived at Skywolf Tribe with five upper-realm celestial warriors.
Up in the sky, five silver streaks ripped across the air like meteors, trailing long tails of white fire before crashing down onto the ruins of the camp at Skywolf Tribe.
The silver-haired man looked around, and his brow pulled tight. His spear turned lightly in his hand, the silver glow at its tip flashing with a hard, cutting chill in the falling dusk.
"It's empty?"
The Tribunal Venerable's face turned ugly. His injuries still hadn't fully closed, and the wound in his chest kept throbbing under the surface.
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