Just as the chieftain of Gu Yuan Tribe, Xiang Lieshan's words had just landed, an urgent sound of footsteps came from outside the Great Hall, accompanied by a hurried voice that carried a faint sense of weakness and panic.
Hearing this, Xiang Lieshan, originally sitting on the stone chair at the head of the hall, furrowed his brows, his eyes shooting a cold glint. Before he could speak, the tightly shut stone doors of the Great Hall were flung open from outside. An icy figure rushed in, followed by the stone doors closing tightly once again.
Who else could it be but the Grand Elder of Gu Yuan Tribe, Xiang Mo! After several days of arduous travel, he had finally returned to the tribe.
Seeing the figure enter the hall, the gathered elders who were about to speak suddenly swallowed their words. However, recognizing the newcomer brought both surprise and joy!
