Tradition wanted the leaders of opposing armies to meet before the battle began, but Uriah and Amber saw more figures than expected approaching them. Of course, they weren't alone, either.
Laurel and Caspar flew on guardless swords to join the married couple in the sky. The four stopped right above the edge of the Tribe's perimeter, coldly inspecting those floating in front of them.
Daniel and the three high-stage branching experts Liam had faced were there, arranged in an orderly line in the sky. Still, two weaker cultivators were among them, floating behind their respective superiors.
One was the first branching expert to catch up with Liam, the tanned man in his thirties with long brown hair and a pale-grey robe. However, his easygoing smile was no more, and seething anger had tainted his delicate face.
If Liam were there, he would easily spot the reason for that anger. After all, the man wasn't a mid-stage expert anymore. His cultivation level had fallen to the low-stage.
