Yu Jiao Lan had held herself back for years.
All her past obedience had merely been a disguise.
Now that she had become a quasi-fifth rank powerhouse, she believed she was strong enough to tear away that disguise.
She could hardly wait to return to the Ancient Wood Tribe and face Li Chang'an again, this time looking down on him from above.
However, matters in the Flame Dragon Tribe were not yet settled, so she could only wait a little longer.
She drew a deep breath, suppressed the emotions surging in her heart, and looked at everyone present.
"Thank you all for protecting me during my breakthrough! From this day forward, as long as I remain alive, no harm will come to the Flame Dragon Tribe!"
She solemnly made that promise as repayment.
The expressions of the Flame Dragon tribespeople grew complicated at her words. For a time, no one spoke. They merely gathered the remains of their fallen kin in silence.
Before long, all the bodies inside and outside the tribe had been buried.
The traces of battle and the lingering scent of blood were erased.
Everything settled into peace, returning to its former appearance.
Afterward.
The Flame Dragon Tribe held a sacrificial ceremony.
This was a tradition of the entire tribe. Whenever a new quasi-fifth rank powerhouse emerged, they held such a ceremony.
First they honored the Moon God, then heaven and earth, and finally their ancestors.
"Ancestors, another quasi-fifth rank cultivator has arisen among our human race, allowing our fire seed to live on—"
Clad in a high priest's magic robe and holding a bone scepter, Yanlong Gan stood atop the towering altar and lit a small flame, symbolizing the birth of a new powerhouse.
Below the altar, the Flame Dragon tribespeople knelt one after another, their