The calamity brought by the Demon Race of Cold Heaven Cliff was over. A bitter wind howled across the ruins of the North Snow Tribe, whipping snow through the air. All eyes turned to Jiang Qiu, waiting for the strongest known warrior of the Northern Boundary Human Clan to speak.
Hunt, the leader of the North Snow Tribe, had already shared his theory about the tribe's relocation. Now, only silence remained.
"You're saying the tribe may have headed into the South Mountain Range, but we can't pinpoint their destination?"
Jiang Qiu looked at Leader Hunt, his gaze turning grim.
Even after vanquishing the horde from Cold Heaven Cliff and personally slaying an incredibly dangerous competitor in the War of the Chosen, he felt none of the exhilaration he had imagined. Instead, a heavy weight settled in his chest, as if everything was still beyond his control.
