"Actually, you've done quite well, but the people from Miao Family Village suddenly appearing where the wolf pack was, and Miao Shaoqing revealing Nu Ba, has thrown things off course a bit," Xiao Lin said, looking at the moving silhouettes amid the pine forest. "You have chosen an unreliable ally."
A man and a wolf stood in the center, their shadows stretched long and wide under the torch-lit sky. Their gaze was not on a person but on a once-dead soul. When they meet again, the long-held obsession suddenly turned into mockery.
Still clad in white, a symbol of purity, yet even more tainted than a devil from Hell, she floated down from the hilltop with an ethereal elegance, looking like an immortal fairy, but in Xiao Lin's eyes, she was nothing more than a corpse.
With beautiful eyes filled with anger, she glanced at the man standing in the center. After letting out a long howl to the sky, she slowly walked forward, stopping five paces from Xiao Lin.
