"I… I don't trust you."
"You said that you could help me take down those new yellow-haired big guys, but… but you didn't."
"I want it now. I want a young girl, a fresh young girl!"
"No, otherwise, there's no need to talk about it."
With that said, the Wolf King directly walked back to the wooden house where its door had flown out.
The black-robed prophet looked at the spot where the spirit girl had disappeared just now and nodded at the wooden house.
"Wolf King, don't worry. I'll bring people for you."
With that said, he walked out of the tribe.
At the same time, when Xing Rong, who was covered in wolf feces, saw the spirit girl come out, he immediately asked softly,
"How is it? Did you discover anything?"
The ghost girl nodded.
"That person is from the Snow Mountain Race."
"However, for some reason, I'm working with these werewolves now."
