Bi Fang tightly gripped the spear in his hands as faint scraping sounds and muffled swallowing noises came from outside the wooden cabin.
The cold wind whistled mournfully, and the strange noises made one's skin crawl, especially knowing that there were over twenty Arctic Wolves outside the cabin. Most people would probably have been scared stiff by now, but only Bi Fang could sit on the kang and calmly converse with his audience.
Fortunately, the wooden cabin provided everyone with a sense of safety, still allowing them to joke around in the barrage of comments.
The cabin, made entirely of solid wood, was quite thick. Moreover, Bi Fang's construction skills were exquisite—he had filled many gaps with clay, and the joints were all tenon-and-mortise, giving the structure high strength. Unless the twenty wolves outside were turned into polar bears, it would be very difficult to break through.
[Chickened out, Master Fang chickened out]
[Even the King of the Wild is scared?]
