The bone-chilling air is slowly warming up. The cold breeze blowing gently through the slightly open train window feels refreshing. The orange light in the eastern sky spreads across the horizon, and it seems that the sun will soon show itself.
Suddenly, the horse-drawn carriage stops. Hua Yan appears behind the window, "Master, we will soon arrive at the Red Moon Pack palace. Are you all okay? I mean, did you encounter any problems during the journey?" the young man asks while scanning the small room.
Hua Yan furrows his brow when he doesn't see some people in the carriage.
"Were you looking for me?" Wan Lie's voice comes from above the carriage, and simultaneously, the man lands on the ground.
For a moment, Hua Yan is stunned. 'Since when do witches have wings?' he thinks.
"Is there a problem?" Wan Lie approaches the young man.
"Oh, no problem, Master. I just…"
