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

These people had likely come from the Upper Realm.

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

If they meant harm, the Skywolf Tribe wouldn’t stand a chance.

But there was no hostility in their eyes.

Only strain. Only the kind of exhaustion that settled deep into the bones.

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