As swift as the wind and as fast as lightning, the hidden cave entrance appeared before Leo Ray as they continued climbing.
The cave entrance was located at the very top of the mountain, surrounded by fog, giving a feeling of a paradise lost in time.
"Esteemed friends, this is where the Snow Feather Tribe resides!"
Bianca White, who had arrived a step ahead, pointed at the entrance and introduced it to the group.
Looking at the traces of blood left on the ground from the injured returning earlier, she clenched her fists, her pretty face filled with unrestrained anger, her body slightly trembling.
"Please follow this old man."
Seeing Bianca's furious expression, the Werewolf Tribe's Grand Elder let out a feeble sigh and gestured to the werewolf warriors guarding the entrance to make way for their group.
As they walked into the cave under the guidance of several elder werewolves, a mildly surprised expression appeared on Leo Ray's indifferent face.
