Flaxseed nodded, and the group immediately followed Jared away from the scene.

If that shadowy organization sent more people, Jared was not sure could handle them yet, so retreat was the wisest course.

“Mr. Chance, where should we head next?” Everett asked.

“To the Destiny Sect. If I’m not mistaken, we’re no more than ten thousand kilometers from their territory,” Jared replied.

Everett nodded, “Correct. The Barbaric Clan lies roughly ten thousand miles from the Destiny Sect, we can reach it in a few days at most.”

With that, Jared led the party toward the Destiny Sect. Yet after only a single day’s travel, his expression suddenly changed.

“Something feels wrong up ahead…” muttered, eyes narrowing as stared forward.