Meanwhile, Mu Bai's other clone had arrived at the White Wolf Tribe's former territory. This place was now within the Peach Blossom Source Sect's sphere of influence. What surprised Mu Bai even more was the large number of cultivators in Peach Blossom Source Sect robes entering and leaving the Hundred Refinement Sect. It seemed the two sects intended to merge.
Although he had promised Bailianzi he would visit the Hundred Refinement Sect again to drink with him, Mu Bai was eager to return to his tribe. He did not linger, using Spatial Shift to head straight to the Haibei Tribe.
After so many years, he had finally returned to the tribe that had appeared so often in his heart and dreams.
Looking at the familiar rolling mountains before him and breathing in the damp scent of the sea on the wind, Mu Bai's eyes gradually grew moist.
Unlike his previous return to the tribe, when he had come to avenge it, this time he was coming home.
He knew Hai Zhan must be in the tribe, waiting for him to come home.
He walked through the morning mist and entered the tribe. Everything was just as he remembered. The rows of houses looked freshly repaired, and the pearwood tree beside the Ancestral House was still there.
Hai Zhan sat cross-legged beneath the pearwood tree, a handful of rice grains in his palm. Birds fluttered around him, some pecking at the grain, others landing on his shoulders and head, chirping as though chatting intimately with him. Only when Mu Bai reached him did Hai Zhan look up.
"Child, you're back. Our Haibei Tribe is finally reunited."
"Yes, Uncle Zhan, I'm back. We're reunited."
Mu Bai looked up and saw two young children poking their heads out of the Ancestral House, studying