The defensive duties of the other tribes were no light matter. A Golden Immortal-level dragon would have to be bored out of his mind to come here and help defend Wen Yan's tribe. After resolving several forces of headless white corpses, he had, in theory, done Wen Yan's tribe an enormous favor. He should at least show himself so that he could ask for a favor in return someday. He might not expect Wen Yan and the other dragons to produce anything, but they would at least owe him a considerable debt of gratitude.
Even the Golden Immortal-level dragons from their own tribe would most likely show themselves and warn them to be extra careful or the like. Of course, that possibility could be ruled out. Muye Wujiang had already gone to the Thirty-Six Altars of Tianmu, Wen Kaishan had died in battle with the tribe, and Wen Tingdao was also with the tribe. There were no other Golden Immortal-level dragons left within the tribe.
Aside from experts of that level, who else could have done it? Wen Yan had instinctively thought it might be Lu Xiaotian, but she quickly dismissed the idea. If Lu Xiaotian truly possessed such ability, he should not have left so easily.
"Since the other party refuses to show himself, he presumably doesn't want us to know his identity, or perhaps there's another reason. Whatever the case, he's a friend, not an enemy. There's no need to concern ourselves with it. Let's reunite with the tribe first."
Turtle Stone Mountain was famous far and wide for its giant turtle-shaped mountain. It looked like a huge tortoise gazing into the distant sky from the mountaintop. Yellow halos perpetually suffused the area around Turtle Stone, their fluctuations extraordinarily active. The shades of yellow varied, alternating with one