But that was nothing more than a foolish dream. Yang Xian pulled himself together because he knew that the matter was not finished yet.
Yang Xian got out of the tent, leaving Wei Liuying and the wolf's leader inside. There were several other wolves who were around the tent, unwilling to leave their leader. From their current behavior, they looked more like a pack of dogs rather than wild wolves.
"She might be mistaken as the wolf's princess if this continues," Shan Yi commented.
Yang Xian sent a glance to Shan Yi. "You're not going to rest? You took quite a beating when you're staying in the temple."
The wounds that Shan Yi suffered was only superficial in his eyes. However, there were so many of them to the point that one wondered what kind of thorny forest he passed through.
"Rest?" Shan Yi rolled his eyes. "I can't rest like those three ladies over there."
"Shan Yi."
"Yes?"
