Second Year of Great Xia, June 25
Snowy night, west of Wushuang, within a branch of Long Mountain.
Boom...
About seven or eight kilometers deep, right in the center of three large trees, a large bonfire suddenly ignited, rising five to six meters high.
The moment the bonfire was lit, the Snow Forest seemed to awaken instantly.
The surrounding area of several kilometers began to echo with subtle and eerie sounds.
Crack...
It started with the sound of ice falling from the trees.
Huff… Huff… Huff…
Then came the light, rhythmic panting of dozens, even up to a hundred Cold Beasts.
If observed closely, one would notice that with the bonfire as the center, within the darkness-cloaked Snow Forest, numerous pairs of eyes suddenly lit up.
Those were clearly Cold Beasts that had been woken from their slumber.
All their gazes turned towards the bonfire, their originally sleepy eyes suddenly sharpening, turning blood-red as if driven by extreme excitement.
"Roar!"
