As they were talking, Chen Wenchao entered with another man, his expression grave.
The newcomer looked to be around fifty. He was powerfully built, with a distinctive face: a hooked nose, a slightly jutting chin, broad cheekbones, and flat features. His light brown eyes resembled two cold pools, still, icy, composed, and unfathomably deep.
Cheng Yuan, a level 72 Soul Saint, was Cheng Hao's father and Cheng Nanxing's nephew. He was also Chen Wenchao's right-hand man.
The Cheng Family was the foremost of the Chen Clan's Retainer Families. Its hereditary Azure Shadow Divine Eagle martial soul was a seventh-grade martial soul, one of the few top-tier martial souls among the Chen Clan's subordinates.
Although the Cheng Family did not have as much difficulty producing children as the main Chen Clan, its numbers had always been small. The reason was simple: scouting had always been a profession with a high casualty rate.
"Cheng Yuan is back." Noticing their troubled expressions, Chen Yu asked, "What's wrong, Wenchao? Is the situation in the mountains serious?"
"Cheng Yuan, you tell them." Chen Wenchao stepped aside.
Cheng Yuan considered his words before saying, "Clan Leader, a few days ago, Uncle Wenchao sent me to investigate the various wolf packs in the Xieluo Mountains."
"The Silver Moon Wolf Pack and the Gale Wolf Pack have launched large-scale attacks on the gathering grounds of the Black Moon Wolf Pack and the Blackwind Wolf packs. Several packs have already been wiped out."
"The two sides have engaged in large-scale fighting, with casualties numbering in the thousands."
"The fighting has now escalated, even drawing in other groups such as Ghost Wolves, Thunder Wolves, Crimson Flame Wolves, and Bloodthirsty Wolves."
Chen Zhang found it hard to believe. "What's going on? Infighting on this scale? Have they gone mad?"
Chen Wenchao