A long sigh.
...
The cave, the Council Hall of the White Tiger Clan. Several elderly men with graying hair sat upright, whispering to each other.
At that moment, a golden figure appeared out of thin air. The elderly men were startled and hastily stood up to greet him.
"Clan Leader!"
"Hmm, sit." The man responded coldly, flicking his sleeve as he sat down first.
The old men sat below, not daring to breathe loudly. They were full of awe toward this clan leader who had returned just a year ago.
They still remembered finding a woman dressed in red on the riverbank a year ago. The woman was covered in wounds, and no one believed she was alive, yet her vitality was surprisingly strong. Initially, they didn't plan on involving themselves in human affairs. But the priest of the White Tiger Clan surprisingly discovered their aura on the woman.
After a brief discussion, they decided to save her.
