"My name is Xuan Ying. I am an Elder of the Xuan She Tribe."
Even though his heart was filled with trepidation, the last Elder of the Xuan She Tribe, Xuan Ying, had to step forward, his voice forcefully resounding despite his inner shell of fear. At his level, trivial matters like flies and feathers should no longer bother him, yet he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
Emboldened by his Combat Qi, his somewhat trembling voice echoed far and wide, sinking into the void like a stone into the ocean, without garnering a single response. He continuously expanded his spirit perception in an effort to detect any anomalies, but his mental strength was merely on par with an average Blood Refining Realm Warrior. Despite his best efforts, he could only cover a range of three miles, glimpse no clues.
