Glancing at the woman, Feng Yuan naturally understood what she was suspecting. With a fierce wave of his right hand, a spectral image of the White Wolf Deity appeared out of nowhere. It howled as if seeking a target to attack, but after a moment of not finding one, it crouched where it was and dissipated into specks of white light.
"Just too lazy to go, after all, I'm not familiar with them."
"Wolf Mountain Hall?"
The woman gasped in surprise, and the man sitting beside Feng Yuan, silently savoring his tea, narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning Feng Yuan with a touch of fear.
With a slight smile, Feng Yuan said to the woman,
"That's right, what about it? Any problem?"
"No."
The woman suppressed the fear in her heart and spoke with feigned calmness, now understanding why Feng Yuan had not thought of the Tianji Pavilion. After all, Wolf Mountain Hall was one of Great Li City's most powerful temples, and even if they weren't acquainted, they had heard of its reputation.
