Thin Creek Village Guild Hall.
"Jenny, it's happening again!"
Jenny was furiously scribbling in a notebook of hers at the receptionist desk when she heard the urgent call from a middle-aged man wearing farmer's clothing. She raised her head alarmingly. "How many is it this time?"
"Over a hundred, I'm afraid." The farmer's expression was full of worry, "Miss Jenny, I don't think we can keep enduring this. The Wind Wolves are increasing in number every day, eventually even you won't be able to help us. Can't you ask the Guild Master to do something about it?"
"I've already informed him, but he can't do much either. He's working to send some Golden Core Cultivators our way, but Blue Moon City is also dealing with an outbreak from the Foam Desert."
The farmer became angry. "Golden Core? Bah!" he spat on the ground. "Who knows how long they will stay in a damned place like this!"
