Standing beside the Patriarch of the Song Family Clan were three figures draped in pale veils, their auras warped and indistinct. The elders avoided looking at them directly. Even breathing too loudly in their presence felt dangerous.
Just as Patriarch Song Zhenyuan opened his mouth to speak—
The tent flaps burst open.
A man staggered inside, blood staining his robes, his aura unstable and fraying. He barely managed to remain standing.
A Heavenly Realm cultivator.
One of their two.
The tent erupted.
"You're injured?!"
"What happened at the Patriarch's rear?!"
"Why are you injured?!"
The man's eyes burned with fury as he swept his gaze across the tent.
"Where is General Haiyan?" he demanded. "Answer me!"
Silence answered him.
Patriarch Song Zhenyuan's expression darkened. "He has not returned."
