After the man finished speaking, he sat back by the fire without waiting for song qingxiao's reply.
A few people who were listening to his orders held longbows and nocked their arrows, aiming at the few trial-takers.
The relaxed atmosphere of talking and sharing food just now instantly disappeared, and the air was filled with a strong fighting spirit.
The silver Wolf squinted its eyes and went forward, making a threatening low growl from its throat. When its huge feet landed on the ground, its nails stepped into the sand and touched the stone ground, making a subtle sound.
It brought a great sense of oppression to these people, causing a few people with bows to panic. They instinctively took a step back and pulled their bows further.
"My lady." When the leader saw this, he forced himself to remain calm and snorted coldly, "
take care of your pets. Bows and arrows don't have eyes.
