The Red Cloud Society

The people all looked toward the man who had spoken.

"This mysterious serpent wasn't killed immediately. It experienced a desperate fight."

The man was a tall, large, handsome man dressed in luxurious clothes. He looked like a proud man.

"It means the killer is a capable Star Venerable," he told the others his assumption.

"But why is the mysterious serpent's dead body here? He didn't want it? It's a treasure," someone asked, puzzled.

"Simple. He was injured, severely injured. He had to look for a place to treat his injury right away." The man said confidently with a smile.

His assumption made sense. The others agreed with him.

"So?" They hesitated. The joy on their faces was replaced with struggle. If that was the case, they could not take the mysterious serpent free from worries. However, they were reluctant to give it up so easily either.

They let the man who had made the assumption make the decision.