In the twelfth lunar month of winter, amid a blizzard, a young man in white riding a black wolf emerged from the mountains. This eerie spectacle quickly set all the knights on high alert. In an instant, the sound of swords being drawn filled the air.
Grr!
The obvious hostility prompted a low growl from the black wolf, its icy blue flames rising from its paws, an intense cold mingled with the fierce heat.
"Stop barking, look carefully, they are our own people, that's my older brother!"
This overreaction from the black wolf made Feng Qing'an tap it on the head. He instantly recognized the carriages surrounded by knights in the center. They had stopped at his home's doorstep just over half a year ago.
"Older brother!"
Amid the blizzard, Feng Qing'an's slightly immature voice carried far. The knights who were about to take action froze suddenly, the curtains of the carriages they surrounded were lifted at that moment.
