Jared watched them, and something stirred inside him—something he couldn’t quite name.

These people had likely come from the Upper Realm.

The weakest among them was at least a Level Five True Immortal.

If they had hostile intentions, the Skywolf Tribe wouldn’t stand a chance.

But there was no malice in their eyes.

Only weariness. The kind of exhaustion that settled deep into the bones.

“You came from the Sixteenth Firmament?” Jared asked.