The campfire crackled, casting shadows on Chloe Callahan's face, making it look sinister and terrifying as her fingertips unconsciously clenched.
What artifact does she have that helps others to break through? Clearly, someone is out to kill her.
"The Clan Leader must have heard wrong,"
She forced a smile, her face marked with the slave scar twisted hideously as muscles moved, "If I had such a treasure, how would I have ended up like this?"
The old Clan Leader's cloudy eyes shifted, his hands like dead tree bark rubbing against the stone seat armrest: "When Caleb Manning left the tribe, his strength was merely at the Peak of Fifth Rank, and in just a few months, he advanced to the eighth rank and even evolved into the Divine Beast, the White Tiger. Such a significant change couldn't possibly be due to your artifact's merit?"
